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The Flick

By: Silverwolfen



Strapped down, like an animal. Writhing in agony as search for release. From the bindings? Oh no. From the sexual need, the fever that races through your body. You beg me to touch you, to give you the release your body so desperately seeks. And so I do. Bringing my fingers down to trace a path from your nipples up to your throat, I whisper hints of the pleasure and pain you'll be made to endure.

Taking the flickering candle from the bedside, I ask you if you want to know what real heat feels like. Small beads of sweat appear along your brow as you shake your head frantically. But I ignore your cries, and tilt the candle to drip a trail of hot wax into the silky valley between your breasts. You gasp in pain as I turn my attentions to each of your spiked nipples. Once, twice, on each of the rounded tips. Your back arches up, and again, I hear you cry out. But still, I do not stop. Reaching down, into the v formed by your pubis and silken thighs, I gently spread your nether lips. Having fully exposed your pulsating bud, I drip one single, solitary, burning drop onto your nerve center. You buck and thrash, pulling at the ropes, screaming in delicious pain. Raking my scarlet fingernail over your abused button, I slowly peel away the hardened wax, eliciting more cries. But these are of a different nature. Now you beg for more contact, harder contact.

As I laugh cruelly, I turn my gaze to your face. But what do I find? Tears. Placing the candle in it's holder, I gently caress your luxurious hair. Kissing away the salty trails, I tell you not to cry, for there is much to come. Reaching once more to the bedside table, I retrieve the candle. Dripping the hot wax into your navel, I place the lit candle, upright, into it. Your body is now the most sensual candleholder I've ever beheld. While the hot flame melts the burning wax onto the delicate flesh of your stomach, I grace your soft lips with a tender kiss. Your tongue searches out mine, but I pull away.

Moving between your legs, I caress the downy mound. Your hips rise, in search of more pleasurable touches. The flickering candlelight chases out the shadows of your body, drawing me deep into it's spell. With two fingers, I plunge deep into your slippery love canal. You are so wet, so very hot. Removing my fingers, I pick up a slightly angled phallus, and nestle it against your inner trigger. You gasp; I know the feeling is intense.

As I gently press upon the toy, your breath catches in your throat. Glancing up, I see that the candle has nearly burned all the way down. At the same moment, you start to feel the heat. Pleading with me to take the candle's flame away, you try to blow it out. But, your breath falls just short. Just before your flawless skin starts to burn, I blow away the candle's life source. Tossing the candle aside, I return my attentions to your female center. You moan with pleasure as I suck your bud into my eager mouth. At the same time, I press upon the phallus. The act sends ripples of electric sensation up your spine and through your body. Gently biting your clit, I increase the pressure on your inner sanctum. Bringing you closer and closer to your climax, I listen to your sighs. Right at the moment of your explosion, I release your swollen nub and remove the phallus.

You cry out, begging me to touch you once more. You try to close your legs, to apply the pressure yourself. But you cannot, having been bound to the bed. As you jerk your body around, I laugh at the sight. Maybe you really are an animal. Rubbing some of your love juices onto your puckered asshole, I pick up the next plaything. It is another rubber creation, only it's twelve inches long, three and a half inches wide, and covered in soft, round spikes. I tilt your head back, and push it deep into your throat. Leaning down, close to your ear, I tell you to get it wet, or it will hurt even more where its going! Your eyes open wide, and you groan in realization. I slowly nod my head, confirming your fears. 

Taking it out of your mouth, I see that it is still pretty dry. All that whimpering and crying must have dried out your mouth. My, that's going to hurt! Tweaking your nether lips one last time, I ram the toy into your tightest hole. You scream as I push it back and forth, in and out. On and on I go, until your screams become muffled sobs. Finally, with one last vicious lunge, I stop, ending your torment. 

The director has yelled, "Cut!" He walks over to me and says," Good work! We got some great shots. See ya tomorrow!" 

Oh well, there's always the next day.

The Flight



"It's too late," Mary said to her husband. "Far too late" she added as she undressed, not caring who saw her in the hotel bedroom opposite. Mary never did care about her breasts being displayed. She was proud of her breasts, all 38 inches of them. Firm tanned breasts.

Sam decided that it wasn't too late and that he was going to the bar anyway. "Well fuck off to the bar then" she said as she removed her blood red panties to reveal a shaven pussy. Not one part of her lithe body had any sign of tan lines. She preferred it that way. The salon's sun bed and her own back garden allowed her the complete tan. Sam "fucked off" to the hotel bar. Mary sighed as she showered and made herself ready for bed. 

She lay upon the bed, freshly shaved and body oiled. Her body glistened, the sheen of the oil, scented.

Her finger began their familiar route over her body. Her nipples, already hard were the first subject of her self masturbation. She loved her nipples to be pinched, twisted and pulled. The more pain there, the more she enjoyed. Her long red nails, freshly painted, twisted her nipples until they stood proud. Her fingers moved down her body. Goose bumps formed as her nails scratched lightly. Down, over her stomach to her pussy. She parted her lips and rubbed her clitoris. She came, she always did. Two fingers slipped inside her wet pussy. Moaning, she fingered herself to another orgasm.

She was looking forward to their holiday. Two glorious weeks in Cyprus, a 5 star hotel booked, all inclusive and private beach, purely for hotel residents.

Her fingers continued their movements inside her pussy. She moaned as she brought them to her lips, enjoying her own sweet taste, licked them clean before inserting them again inside her. Three orgasms had satisfied her immediate lust. She knew that John would want his to be satisfied later. He always did, She always obliged. She was always eager for sex. Just like the martini advert 'any place, anywhere'.

It was well passed midnight when she heard the door open. "Darling, are you decent?" he shouted.

"Course I am not, I'm in bed you plonker," she said as she sat up. 

"Well, get decent, we have guests" John called back.

"Fucking hell" she muttered as she got out of the bed and put on the short robe. "Okay" she said as she did the sash around her waist. 

He came in, armed with two bottles of wine and following behind were another couple. "Met these two in the bar and they are on the same flight" he said introducing Tania and Brett. "Hi" Mary said to them as she adjusted the robe, trying to hide her nakedness. "See Brett, told you she is a stunner" John said as she poured 4 glasses of wine passing he one. "Has he been boring you two tonight?" Mary asked as she took a large sip of the chilled wine. "He always does that when he is pissed" she continued as she looked at Tania, noticing the long blonde hair falling on her shoulders, the sweet smile that said, "butter wouldn't melt". Brett was different, tall, thick set.

"Please, sit down" Mary said indicating to the bed. They sat. They talked. Mary noticed that Tania was braless under the white blouse. Not that it was too hard to miss, as her nipples were clearly visible under the tight top.

All four sat on the edge of the bed, Mary tried to keep her nakedness hidden but it was no easy. Any movement and her boobs were flashed. She noticed that Brett's hand was on Tania's thighs, gently stroking. She thought nothing of it really, just smiled at Tania. The smile was returned as she took another sip of the wine. Tania had hardly spoken a word, mind you, John was taking all the word space at the moment. He always did when he was pissed.

Mary didn't know why, but she had this feeling, the feeling that something was going to happen in the room tonight. Maybe it was the fact that Brett's hands were stroking Tania's thighs and that more of her legs were on show than before. Her nipples seemed harder too. Mary's certainly were. She was enjoying the sight of his hand on her thighs.

The wineglasses were refilled. Mary leant over; she felt the top of the robe part. She saw both Brett's and Tania's eyes on her partially visible boobs. Leaning back, she ignored the fact that the robe remained partially open ignored the fact that they could see one of her nipples. This appeared to have an affect on both Tania and Brett. Mary noticed that Tania's legs had slightly parted. Mary wasn't sure. Was she wearing any underwear at all?

John droned on, totally pissed. Droning on about the holiday they were going to have, drone drone fucking drone.

Mary, Brett and Tania were now ignoring John totally. They found themselves more exciting, more attentive. They looked at each other. They watched as Mary loosened the sash of the gown, revealing a little more of her boobs. Mary watched as Brett parted Tania's legs. She saw that no, she didn't have any underwear on, neither did she have any pussy hair either. Mary had shaved too, but not completely bald like Tania had.

Mary swung her legs on to the bed, she heard John voice. It sounded slurred, tired. He was beginning to tire. She knew, soon, he would sleep.

Her legs on the bed, Mary parted her legs, allowing them to see her totally nakedness underneath the robe. John had no idea, none at all that his wife was about to be fucked by Brett and have her pussy licked by Tania or that she was about to lick Tania's pussy too.

It went quiet. All three looked at the now sleeping form of John. Mary moved to him, undid the tie, made him more comfortable. She let out a laugh; a wicked thought came to her. Mary looked at Brett and Tania. She knew that her pussy was showing. "I have just had a naughty thought," she said to them as she got off the bed. Stripping him of his tie, shirt, trousers, Mary looked and laughed. "Wicked" she said as she pulled down his boxer shorts. His cock, flaccid came into view. Taking it in her mouth, she began to suck on it. It remained soft. 

"See if you can get it hard Tania!" Mary said standing back. Tania giggled and looked at Brett. He laughed. "Bet you can't " he said to her. 

Tania giggled again and took him in her mouth. Mary watched as her long nails, unpainted, scraped his balls as she sucked, swallowing the full length inside. Mary looked at Brett as she took off the robe. She moved to him, undid his zip. Her hand reached inside and found his cock. "Wow" she said as she felt it the thick monster. She looked at Tania; she was still sucking her husbands cock. Mary noticed that her hand had crept underneath the short skirt and was busily fingering herself. With a smile, Mary lowered her head, opened her mouth and took Brett's cock into her mouth. It wasn't too long before they heard Tania squeal in delight. 

"Yes, done it, look" she said. They looked and sure enough she had. Tania was proudly holding John's hard cock. Mary looked at him. He was still asleep. 

"Now what shall I do with it?" Tania asked as she took off her top and then the skirt. Mary looked at her. Firm breasts, shaven pussy. It looked sweet. Massaging Brett's cock, Mary looked as Tania climbed onto the bed, sat astride John's sleeping body. Taking hold of the cock, she guided him into her shaven pussy. Mary watched as Tania sank on her husband's cock. Her hand continued to move up and down Brett's cock, until she felt his fingers touching her pussy lips. She parted her thighs, allowed him a free entry inside.

"Get undressed Brett, I want your cock in my pussy" Mary said releasing her hold on his cock. She watched as he undressed. His strong thick chest, his muscular body, strong thighs and oh that cock. His balls hung heavy beneath the massive length of hard meat. "Fuck me" she said as she lay on the bed. She was able to watch Tania fuck her husband as she was fucked by hers. 

She moaned as she felt him thrust hard inside her, joining in the motion of his fucking, wrapping her legs over his back, forcing him deeper inside. Mary felt fingers, soft fingers touching her anus, striking her pussy lips as Brett's cock slammed in and out. She liked the gentle touch of the fingers; she wanted to feel them inside her. "Oh Tania, yes" she whispered as she felt one finger slide inside her arse. She felt Brett's breathing get stronger, his thrustings faster. He came. Mary felt the spurt; the hot cum erupt from his cock and enter her.

He rolled off, his cock hanging semi limp across his stomach. Mary moved down, took it into her mouth, enjoying the taste of their mixed juices. Hands on her buttocks, prising them apart. Mary helped, manoeuvred herself towards Tania as she sucked on Brett's cock, licked his balls. Fingers, Tania's fingers, sunk into her wet pussy. "Oooooh" Mary groaned as she felt Tania's fingers sinking in deep, to the knuckles. More movement behind her. A tongue, so soft, stabbing at her pussy before entering. Mary stopped sucking the cock. She wanted this, more of this. Lying down, she spread her legs, pulled Tania too her. No words. Tania got in between her legs, her fingers spread her pussy lips. She felt the tongue press against her clitoris, flicked, licked, sucked. Mary almost came there and then, such was the intensity of Tania's tongue. " Let me lick you too" Mary said to her. The classic position achieved. This was her first time. It came naturally to her. Her tongue found Tania's clitoris; both tongues found each other's wet pussies, licked deep inside each other. Both coming together and again moments later.

The plane left on time. John swore "My fucking head hurts" he moaned as he put the safety belt around his waist. "Did you sleep well?" he asked. 

Mary smiled. "Oh yes darling, oh yes."



The Flight



A Note to the Reader: I have used much creative license in the explanations of procedures related to Matthew's job to fit my needs for the story.

This was a concept I found interesting, but I have to admit - it went longer than I'd anticipated, and due to that, took a very different turn than I'd originally thought.

I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed dreaming it up.

- Bliss





It started off like any other Friday morning for Matthew Winters. He woke up, had coffee, showered, and got dressed for work. He gave himself a quick once over in the full length mirror, frowning slightly. 

He'd always thought his natural good looks put him at a disadvantage for his chosen career enforcement. His superior officers had always disagreed with him, stating that his universal appeal and charisma made him an excellent talent for certain assignments. Matthew stood 6'3", 220 pounds, with piercing blue eyes and short jet-black curls. His attractiveness was hard and masculine; he would never be called pretty. An ex-girlfriend had mentioned that he was "what she always thought Superman would look like in real life". Part of his discipline involved always being at his physical peak. Matthew despised out of shape agents and officers. 

He grabbed his suit jacket, suitcase and left. He had his usual flight to catch.

* * * * * * * * * 

Matthew took the Friday morning flight from LAX to LGA every week as a US Air Marshal. He kept apartments in both cities, relatively close to the airport. He liked to board early and take an aisle seat on the very last row. This airline allowed seating selection upon boarding, and most people avoided the back if possible. Since this flight was rarely full, he usually had plenty of space to himself. 

After performing his initial security check of the plane, he settled in. He loaded his only luggage, a carry on bag, into the overhead compartment and settled into to his favorite seat (Left side, 2 seat back row, aisle seat). He quietly observed the other passengers as they boarded. Perry, one of the female flight attendants nodded at him as she passed. Matthew was eyeing a loud Englishman when something bouncy in his peripheral vision drew him. 

A very pretty, young looking blonde girl was walking down the aisle towards him, struggling with her large purse and what appeared to be a very heavy carry on bag. She was slender, slightly taller than average, and possessed of a rack that would likely make it impossible to have a conversation with her face. Her tits were bouncing as she walked. They looked especially large on her small frame. As he watched her, he decided that they weren't actually that big - she just had the chest of a larger woman. Her waist was about the size of one of his thighs. It took him another minute to make it farther down and take in her long slender legs, clad only in a dark denim mini-skirt. 

She was carefully scanning the other passengers as she walked. When she reached the middle of the plane, she saw Matthew and locked onto him. She stopped next to him, looked down, and at that moment, he knew exactly the kind of woman that she was. 

To most people, Matthew was a vaguely intimidating figure. He was large and powerfully built, and though his facial features were aesthetically pleasing, they would not be described as friendly or inviting. To some females however, Matthew was a magnet, particularly on airplanes. They saw him as a strong, protective figure to stick close to in a stressful situation, so women who were afraid of flying instinctively chose to sit near him.

She smiled at him shyly. She had very nice grey eyes. "Is that seat free? Do you mind if I take it?"

"Not at all," Matthew replied amicably. "Can I help you with your bags?"

"Thank you!" 

He stood and fairly tossed the suitcase into the overhead compartment. It had been much lighter than he'd expected, not even 40 pounds. The girl really was tiny, he noted. No wonder she couldn't handle it.

"Wow," she said, gazing up at him in awe. He is really hot, and as strong as he looks. She couldn't believe the way he'd lifted her suitcase like it was a down pillow. 

"Sorry," Matthew said sheepishly.

"Oh, it's fine." She waved her hand airily as she moved into the window seat.

While the remaining passengers boarded and the flight crew prepared for take off, Matthew chatted with his flying companion. He learned that her name was Airianne, she was a student at UCLA, and she didn't much like to fly. He given her his usual story, which was mostly truths. He gave him name as Matt, revealed his age to be 31, and told a funny and true story of an odd flight he'd once taken. He had told her that he was going to New York to visit family, the story he told fellow travelers on the rare occasions that conversations progressed past greetings. 

When the plane took off, Airianne shut her eyes and gripped the armrests tightly. Matthew took the opportunity to stare at her chest, somewhat emphasized in her cotton zipup hoodie with all the deep breathing she was doing in an attempt to calm her nerves. It was zipped to the perfect height - just enough to give hints of her tantalizing cleavage without showing off too much. 

Matthew sorely wanted to put his hand down the front of her top and find out if her skin was as soft as it looked. He wondered what her nipples looked like. The plane leveled out, and Airianne took another deep breath before she opened her eyes. 

"I've taken this flight a few times," he offered. "It can be a bit turbulent this time of year." As if on cue, an announcement was made. The pilot was anticipating a rocky flight, and advised everyone to remain seated and secured. 

"Oh God," Airianne whispered. She dug into her purse and pulled out a prescription pill container and one of those water bottles with a filter on it. Matthew could see that it was half full of Valium and prescribed to "Grace Roberts".

She saw him watching her and felt the need to explain. "My mom. She knows I get nervous with planes, so for long flights she'll usually slip me something to help." She smiled. "She's pretty great."



Bingo, Matthew thought to himself. That was his in. 

A bit later, there was another announcement; one of the flight attendants was letting them know that the WiFi was now available. The Valium was already having an effect on Airianne; she moved much more languidly as she reached to pull out her tablet. Matthew thought long and hard about his next step. It had been much too long since he'd really had a woman, he decided. He wouldn't even be considering this if he wasn't so damn horny, but his job didn't allow for much time to socialize. 

He looked her over again while she chatted to him softly. She was going to be staying with a friend, and they had been emailing each other about the details all week - but she hadn't heard back from her in days. Her little skirt had ridden even further up her thighs, leaving her smooth skin bare. And her tits! He couldn't imagine going the rest of his life without seeing or touching them. He would be very, very careful. Matthew was certain she would be worth the risk. 

He excused himself and entered the small area in the rear of the plane where the flight attendants prepared beverages and such. Perry was alone, rummaging through a cabinet. Exactly who he had wanted to speak with. She was in her forties, and always seemed mature and even-tempered. He quickly flashed his badge before he spoke. Matthew kept his voice calm and measured. "I'm a Federal Air Marshal," he started, noting her unsurprised expression, "and I think we may have a situation on board."

Perry was listening intently, but he was pleased to see that there was no trace of panic on her features. He explained that it involved a young woman, who he did not view as a threat to anyone's safety but was still possibly breaking the law. He added that he was hoping to keep things from escalating, but that he might need to have one of the restrooms in the back free. Perry nodded agreeably, and asked no questions. She locked the vacant restroom closed as she came up the aisle.

Airianne smiled briefly at Matthew as he slid back into his seat before returning to the game she was playing on her tablet. He redid his seatbelt and settled in. The flight attendants were taking drink orders now. Matthew ordered gin and tonic. Airianne started to ask for coffee, then thought better of it and asked for tea. 

"I never remember how cold it is on these planes," she said to Matthew by way of explanation as she pulled out a folded linen blanket from her purse and covered herself with it.

"But between this and the tea, I should be warm soon enough." 

Their drinks arrived shortly thereafter. Matthew poured his liquids into a flask and took a long pull. He didn't usually drink alcohol on duty but his plans for this flight were anything but by the book - so what was the harm in a drink? Airianne was carefully drinking her tea, blowing on it in between sips. Matthew stuck his flask into the rear pocket of the seat in front of him before turning to her. 

"Airianne?" Matthew smiled charmingly.

"Yes, Matt?"

"I need to talk to you about something, and it's very important that you remain calm. Do you understand?" 

"Yes, okay." Airianne closed her tablet case, giving him her full attention with a serious look on her face.

"I need to know everything about the drugs you're smuggling."

Airianne's eyes widened and her mouth dropped open in shock. "What are you-"

"Keep your voice down," Matthew instructed her sternly as he withdrew his badge. He held it on her tray for her to look over while he continued. "What are you carrying other than the Valium?"

"Matt, I'm not smuggling anything, I swear!" Airianne whispered urgently. 

He shook his head. "I'm going to have to perform a search. Give me your purse, please."

A single tear rolled down her face as she grabbed her purse and thrust it at him.

"I don't want to have to do this," he said as he checked through the items. "I already know that you're carrying the Valium illegally, so the odds are pretty good you're in possession of some other items as well." He confiscated the Valium container and after checking her ID, pocketed her wallet as well. She would be 21 next week. There was nothing else in her purse. He handed it back to her, giving her a hard stare.

"I don't have anything else, I promise," Airianne said tearfully, keeping her voice low. She sniffled. "I didn't even realize it was illegal to have the Valium-"

"You're in college, and you mean to tell me that you didn't know that it's illegal to have someone else's medicine in your possession? Diazepam is a Schedule IV controlled substance."

"But- I-I- I don't have diaze-"

"It's the generic name." Matthew regarded her thoughtfully. "I'll be honest with you, Airianne. I like you, so I don't want to see this go badly for you. If you give up the rest of your stash before the plane lands, I'll only confiscate it and let you go with a warning. If you give me a hard time, I'll cuff you and take you in myself."

"Why don't you believe me? My mom gave me the Valium. Look, you can call her-"

Matthew silenced her with a withering look. "Unzip your top please, Miss Roberts."

"Please, please, please don't do this. This is a huge mistake, I'm a good girl, I'm telling you-"

"Airianne. Don't make me ask you again. Undo your shirt please, now."

Her hand trembled as she tugged at the oversized zipper toggle. She moved slowly, but she did unzip it to the bottom. "Do.... Do I have to move my blanket?" She sniffled, clutching it tightly. Matthew could just make out the center of her bra. It was cream-colored and there was a small pink bow.

"You can keep it, for now.. You know, you could just end all of this and hand over whatever else you've got. I'm offering you amnesty right now." Airianne shook her head wordlessly. What would be the point in repeating herself? Matthew took a glance around the cabin before continuing; there was no one else for several rows and everyone was watching the movie or otherwise engaged and paying them no attention. "Fine. Open your shirt, please, all the way."

Airianne drew her top open. She could feel the cool air through the thin lace of her bra, stiffening her nipples. She shivered. Matthew scowled at her. "I can't make out anything. Is your bra padded?"

"No," she replied indignantly. "It's not even lined!"

He knew that, of course. Matthew been able to make out the color of her stiffened buds immediately: peaches and cream, with a flush of pink. "Shake it out."

"What? What do you mean?"

"Pull it out at the bottom and shake it." She made an attempt and her chest shook about, both noticeably and delightfully, but he shook his head. "That wouldn't dislodge anything. Shake it harder."

"There's nothing in there to dislodge!" 

" I've already got you on enough with transporting this stuff across state lines. Do you want to keep making this difficult?"

Airianne wiped away her tears and tried again. This time, her tits shook and bounced around so much so that they fell out halfway. 

"That will do for now." Matthew watched as she stuffed herself back into the pretty bra. It was not a fast process. When she was finished, he was holding an evidence bag in his hand. "Are you wearing panties?"

Airianne's eyes widened even more. "Y-yes....why?" A man's voice came over the speakers. "We're going to be experiencing some turbulence, ladies and gentlemen. The Captain has turned on the fasten seat belt sign. Please remain seated keep your seat belts fastened. Thank you."

Airianne spent the entire length of the announcement just looking at Matt's hand with the small bag labeled 'Evidence'. It was small and plastic, with a security strip. She was still staring when it finished, and he was staring at her. "Go on, Airianne. Take them off."

"Why do you need them?" She asked plaintively. 

He waggled the bag at her. "Because when I arrest you, the lab is going to process everything for trace evidence. And if you're hiding anything inside your female parts, I want to make sure that they don't lose anything. Hurry up."

She lifted her hips and pulled her panties down under the linen blanket. He opened the bag for her to drop them into, resisting the faint urge to sniff at them. They were tiny and matched her bra, down to the tiny pink bows on the sides. He closed the bag, sealed the tamper strip, and placed it into one of his inside jacket pockets. 

Matthew turned back to her, gently lifting her to chin to force her to meet his gaze. "I'm really trying to work with you here. Why don't you make this easier on both of us and just give up whatever you've got. I don't care what it is; I promise, I won't have you arrested."

"I've already told you, I don't have anything!" She hissed at him.

"Have it your way. Are you carrying any contraband in your vagina?" He asked, looking into her eyes. 

"Oh my- Matt, please, please don't do this-"

"Take one of your fingers and insert it into your vagina. Do it now."

The look on his face scared her. "Okay. Okay." She bit her lip and tears ran down her face as she shifted in her chair. Matt could see her legs opening beneath the blanket. She closed her eyes and winced as she pushed her finger in.

"And then pull it out and let me see." Her hand was trembling again as she brought her hand towards him. Matthew grabbed her by the wrist and examined the finger closely. It was only wet up to the second knuckle. "You only put it halfway in!"

"I can't get it in any more at this angle," she said, clearly distressed. 

"You're right," Matthew responded after a moment. "We're going to finish this in the restroom. Zip up your shirt and dry your face." Once she'd composed herself, he continued. "Do as I tell you, and don't even think about trying anything...unwise." 

At that moment, the fasten seat belt sign turned off. Perfect timing, Matthew thought as he allowed himself a tiny grin. He stood in the aisle to let her pass, surreptitiously taking her elbow as he guided her towards the rear of the plane. Perry saw them coming and quickly unlocked the restroom she had kept clear for them. Matthew nodded his gratitude before disappearing inside with Airianne and locking the door.

"You have been making this difficult on me the entire time," Matthew started. His tone was controlled but angry. Airianne didn't bother to refute him; it seemed pointless by now. He was a freaking Sky Marshal, and physically much larger and stronger than she was. He would see this accusation through, and it was best for her to just go along with it. It'll be just like that time in school when I was falsely accused of cheating, and then Daddy will fix everything. He picked her up by her waist and sat her on the tiny countertop. She was so small that his fingertips overlapped a touch. Her long slim legs brushed up against him in the small space as he situated the both of them. Then he began to undress her. This is nothing like that time in school, she thought quickly. He quickly unzipped her top and leaned to hang it on the door hook before turning back to look her over. Youthful and slender, her gorgeous grey eyes large with fear. She was beautiful. 

Matthew leaned forward and unhooked her delicate bra, peeling it away as he withdrew. He added it to the hook after checking her size - 30DD. Her rack was perfect. It was big on her, but not ridiculously so, and Matthew thought it was a good look for her. Her areola were a beautiful color on her flawless, creamy skin. He gently held her wrists in either hand when she automatically moved to cover herself from his searing gaze. 

Airianne looked up at him and swallowed. She was shaking like a leaf. "Raise your hands above your head." She did so, lifting her tits higher. "Good," he said. He tucked the front of her skirt into its waistband before pushing her thighs apart. "Now insert your finger into your vagina again. Rest your other hand on your head." Matthew sat on the toilet directly in front of her, his face less than a foot from her most intimate areas. The whole picture was incredibly neat and perfect looking. Her pussy was waxed smooth and faintly glistening with her moisture. Her plump outer lips parted naturally, but her inner lips were sealed up tight. For now. 

Airianne took a deep breath and tried again. Again, she wasn't able to make complete progress. "I can't," she sobbed. "I just can't do it."

Matthew took her by the shoulder with firm but gentle hands and pulled her towards the edge of the countertop. He looked into her eyes and said, "I'm going to perform a physical check on you now." He slowly ran his fingertips over her soft pussy lips, feeling her body tense. He savored the feel of her skin beneath his fingertips. He pushed one finger slowly into her. He was surprised at how tight she was. "Are you a virgin?" He blurted out before he could stop himself.

Airianne nodded. "Y-y-yes."

"Don't worry. I'll be gentle." He worked his finger in deeper, taking his time until he had sunk it all the way in. Airianne gasped. She was getting wetter. He added another finger and was rewarded with a soft moan from his young captive. Matthew slowly pumped her with two fingers while she soaked his hand. "I just have to check more thoroughly," he said. He shifted on his seat a bit to give his uncomfortably restrained cock more room in his pants. Then he turned his fingers around while moving them in and out, keeping his eyes on her face the whole while. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth was moving wordlessly. She pulsed and clenched around the invading digits, her pussy making sensual noises from all the wetness. He moved his hand slightly, rubbing his fingertips against her g-spot in a circular motion while his palm did the same to her clit. She whimpered softly.




The Flight



"M-M-Matt," Airianne started, her voice trembling. "I don't...don't have..... oh...oh....Oh God. There's nothing...nothing hidden....Ooh..."

He shushed her mildly. "I'm not finished checking you yet." Matthew removed his fingers from her unhurriedly. He spread open her lips with his large thumbs, starting at the the bottom and pressing them to her clit on each side as he reached the top. He inhaled deeply as he stared into her sacred center. She smelled fresh and clean, like unscented soap. Matthew leaned in, touching the tip of his nose to her clit as he sniffed at her. She jumped slightly. "I'm going to check you for residue," he said. He was so close to her that his lips brushed her labia as he spoke. Matthew pulled Airianne out towards him a little, angling her hips upward. He held her ass in his big hands, angling his forearms to keep her thighs open.

She could only watch as he pressed his face into her, his breath tickling her pink petals as he sniffed at her. And then he thrust his tongue into her tightness. She cried out, her thighs instinctively attempting to close against his intrusion. Matthew was much stronger than she was, and she gained little. He was still annoyed, however. He pulled his face back and looked up at her, his brow furrowed. Her eyes fixated on his mouth; Matthew's lips were shiny with her fluids.

"Don't interrupt me again," he growled at her. 

"Yes, okay," she said, blinking wetly down at him, "I'm sorry."

He returned to his "residue check", memorizing the feel of her slick sheath around his tongue as he probed her deeply. Then he withdrew his tongue, pressing it up her gash until he reached her tumid clit. A weak whimper escaped her. He lapped at her languorously, filling the small room with the sound. 

Airianne couldn't believe this was happening. Matt had moved his hands, transferring her weight back onto the counter so that his hands were free. He needed them to keep her billowy lips open. He was slowly licking her clit over and over again. "You- oh, oh.... You're not-ah...checking me anymore...ah, are you?" She managed timidly. 

He ignored her, intent on his work. He flicked the small node fervently with his tongue, sending Airianne's long legs into a frenzy as he relentlessly drove her towards her climax. She bucked and moaned as she peaked, and Matthew kept her tightly held; he did not release his grip on her thighs until he'd pulled a second orgasm from her steamy center. 

Airianne felt faint. The times she'd brought her own climax through rubbing her clitoris had been nothing like having Matthew lick it. And his fingers! He had rubbed something to wakefulness inside of her as they had penetrated her virginal entry. She was so confused. Part of her felt violated and wanted to crawl away and cry. Part of her wanted it to happen again. 

Matthew stood, pulling her up carefully by the shoulders. She looked glassy-eyed as he resituated her on the edge. He wrapped his hand in her long, honey-colored hair and lightly pulled, angling her head back. She blinked at him as his face came into view. "Are you okay?" He asked her. He stepped up to her, keeping himself between her legs.

Her lower lip trembled. "I'm scared."

Matthew tenderly brushed away the tears from her cheeks. "Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you. I just...I got carried away during the search," he said measuredly, "That's all." She nodded at him, sniffling. "You're a really beautiful girl and you have a terrific body." His hands drifted down to rub along her thighs. "I'm not going to send you to jail. You're a nice girl. But I'm going to need a favor from you in exchange."

She had known that things were headed here. Once he herded her into this bathroom, and started to remove her clothes, touching and looking and tasting her...she had known. She nodded quietly in response. It was an odd relief to have no choice in the matter. 

Matthew was pleased. It would be a much more satisfying experience for both of them with her consent, even though it was given under duress. He had enjoyed many women, and he knew the feeling of a woman's body when it wanted more. Despite being brought here against her will, something in the crux of her being didn't want to leave.

He looked down at her. She had such a pretty, innocent face. He stroked her long hair, brushing it behind her ears on either side. Her breasts were completely uncovered again. He squeezed them then, hefting one in each hand. He took the next few minutes and slowly kneaded them. It was silent but for their breathing and Airianne's occasional soft whimpers. Airianne could feel Matthew's erection pressing into her leg. It felt large.

"Are you on anything?" He asked her as he opened his pants.

"What?" She shook her head, still looking stunned. "No... I don't, I've never...."

"Some girls do it anyway," he said dismissively. "It doesn't matter. I won't get you pregnant." 

She was watching him guide his hard cock towards her little hole. It was huge. It seemed to fill his hand, and she couldn't imagine that it would fit into her. She had felt stuffed by his fingers, and they weren't nearly as big around. "Oh, oh no," Airianne whispered. 

He kept his cock at her opening, letting her get used to its presence. "Just relax," he murmured as he pressed his lips to hers, his hands resting on her hips. "I'll take care of everything." Her lips were softer than he'd thought, and tasted faintly of strawberry lip gloss. She was still nervous, and kept her mouth closed. He was curious to find that her reticence was arousing him even more. Matthew kissed around her face to her neck, running his hands down her thighs. He kissed his way back to her mouth, demandingly whispering "Let me in, Airianne," as he lightly squeezed her thighs in each hand. She opened for him this time, allowing his tongue to claim her as he wanted. 

His fingers carefully parted her smooth labia, taking care to go slowly so as not to alarm her further. Matthew took her legs, pulling them up around his waist. Airianne could feel the hard muscle of his midsection against her inner thighs. She whimpered alluringly into his mouth while his fingers skillfully plied her sensitive nub. She relaxed some. He inched forward, his tip pressing forward into her cleft. When he felt her tense again, he moved his free hand to her breast, holding it while his thumb swept across her nipple to distract her. 

Airianne felt dizzy. Matthew was all over her - his tongue in her mouth, fingers rubbing her nipple and clit, and the large, anxious head of him rubbing against her tiny opening. She felt him enter her, and clutched tightly at his shoulders. His member felt even more massive than it had looked, and she could feel every single bit of him as he slowly infiltrated her slippery tightness. 

Matthew pushed his way forward calculatingly while Airianne's fingernails raked at his back. She couldn't believe how deeply she could feel Matthew moving inside of her. He looked down at her. "It's...so big...you're....too deep," she sputtered. 

"Airianne," he told her patiently, "I'm only halfway in." Her walls clung to him as he withdrew a small amount. "I'm going to go much deeper." She cried out sweetly as he moved forward again. Matthew grabbed her hips to hold them in place as he pushed himself into her completely. He grunted as his pubic hair mashed against her. Airianne shuddered and moaned as he worked her insides. 

Matthew couldn't believe how hot this little college girl was making him. It was more than just her surface beauty - she was highly responsive, even with the reluctance she felt. The way she clenched around him as he took her, how her nipples rubbed his chest as she arched against him. He was angry and frustrated that he would have to relinquish her once the plane landed. 

He felt her tightening around him, making it even more difficult to reach her bottom. Airianne moaned loudly, her legs flailing about until he grabbed managed to grab them and wrestle her knees beneath his arms. He moved one hand to her shoulder to hold her, and put the other over her mouth. Matthew clamped his elbows down to his sides, further locking her into position. "Look at me," he intoned. With some effort, she managed to focus on his face. He locked eyes with her. "Don't look away."

She nodded weakly, and then he was slamming himself in and out of her, and she was screaming into his hand as her pussy gripped him like a velvet vise. He pounded her insistently, unrelenting in his pace. He shifted a bit, angling himself to hit her rough spot within. Airianne's thighs tightened uncontrollably around his waist as he buried himself in her, almost violently. They both climaxed, and she went limp beneath him, drained by the experience. Matthew scowled briefly; he hadn't intended to go so quickly. 

He kissed her before helping her up. He retrieved her bra and hoodie, handing them over wordlessly. Then he took a small stack of paper towels from the dispenser and held them out to her. She gingerly eased herself off of the countertop and looked at his outstretched hand, confused. 

"What's that for?" Airianne asked, confused. Then she felt something between her thighs.

"It's for soaking up all the cream I unloaded into you," he replied. It was beginning to seep out of her. He pressed the towels between her thighs and untucked her skirt.

"Can....May I have my panties back, please?" She asked meekly. 

"No." He was terse. Matthew looked her over and adjusted her clothing and hair quickly, making her presentable. "Go sit back down. I'll out in a minute. Wait-" He grabbed her possessively and kissed her deeply before unlocking the door and gently shoving her through it.

Matthew leaned against the door, breathing deeply. His heart was racing. Pull yourself together, Winters. He ran some cold water and splashed his face, taking a long hard look at himself in the mirror. His blue eyes were bright, his face flushed - he looked like he was high. 

When he reached his row, Airianne was shifting uncomfortably in her seat. A strange look crossed her face as she saw him approaching. She seemed excited to see him, yet somehow trepidacious as well. He felt oddly concerned for her. "Are you okay?"

"Ummm. I'm just, a little sore. You know."

He nodded, and pulled his flask out from the seat pocket. "Have some," he said, offering her the bottle.

She looked hesitant. "I- I don't know. I mean, is this a trap?"

He was surprised to feel wounded by her question. "It isn't a trap. It'll help."

Airianne searched his face for a moment then accepted the drink. She took a couple of tester sips before drinking freely. "Thank you," she said, wiping off the mouth before handing it back to him. "It's a bit strong though, isn't it?"

He took a sip and shrugged. "No. It's pretty much perfect." Airianne's tablet chimed, and he watched her check it. Her face fell. "Oh no," she said. It turned out that Emily, who she was supposed to be staying with in New York, had lost her grandmother earlier in the week, and that was why she hadn't heard back from her in a few days. She wrote that she was very sorry she had forgotten to call earlier and let her know that Airianne wouldn't be able to stay with her after all - she was flying out to Florida for the funeral that afternoon. She'd only just remembered because they were heading to the airport. She felt terrible about leaving her stranded at the very last minute.

Matthew raised an eyebrow. "And she just forgot to tell you all week?"

"No, I do understand," Airianne replied. "She's very close with her grandmother. She raised her and her brother when their mom died. She was probably all torn up with grief."

He considered. "What were your plans? For New York, I mean."

"I didn't really have any," she admitted. "I was mostly coming to hang out with Emily for my birthday. I guess I'll just get a hotel or something."

Matthew laughed. "Are you kidding? You're going to just get a hotel? With no reservations, on the weekend in Manhattan?"

She bit her lip. "Is it difficult? I've always just stayed at Em's, but I have money."

"That helps, but it's still going to be a pain in the ass at best."

"I don't really see that I have much choice, do I?" She asked sharply. "I'll find something online."

"I have a better idea," Matthew said in a low voice, taking the device from her hand. Her wrote a quick reply to Emily's email: "I am so sorry to hear about your grandmother. Don't worry about me - I have a friend I can stay with in New York. I love you and call me if you need to talk." He hit send before showing her the message.

Airianne cleared her throat, speechless. "That was....pretty good, actually. I could have written that. But...stay with you? That's crazy. Especially after what you did-"

"You should do it precisely because of what I did to you." His eyes pierced her. They were quite blue. She shifted in her seat and looked away, forcing herself to laugh. The paper towels wedged between her legs were getting more and more soaked. Airianne had never imagined how much liquid could come out of a man during sex. "That doesn't make any sense."

"Airianne. Stay with me."

"That's...No. No, I should just find a flight back home."

"No," he said firmly. She looked at him. "Would it make you feel better if I told you that I wasn't giving you any choice? I have your wallet, remember?"

"But- you can't do that!" He tilted her face to his, kissing her roughly. His hand was gentle on her jawline, but his mouth was insistent. She felt her nipples stiffen as he touched her thigh. 

"Yes, I can." 

By the time the plane landed, they were both incredibly fraught with sexual tension; Matthew had spent the remaining hours kissing her and whispering all the dirty things he wanted to do in her ear. 

He held her hand tightly as they walked through the airport. He had attached her suitcase to his own, and was able to easily wheel the pair one-handedly. Airianne walked compliantly along. They headed for the taxi stand. "Wait here," Matthew said, leaving the luggage beside her. He moved toward the driver of a van and spoke to him quietly. The driver grabbed their suitcases and Matthew motioned for her to join him. She could feel everyone's eyes on them as she walked over; he was particularly attractive in the afternoon sun. 

"Get in and sit in the last row. Buckle up," he added. She rolled her eyes at him and he grabbed her by wrist. "Don't do that. It's rude." Matthew eyed her admiringly. Her hair was flowing alluringly in the breeze, and she seemed like she was glowing from within. All mine. He kissed her voraciously. "Every man here is jealous of me," he whispered into her ear. And all the women want to be me right now, she thought. "They all wish they were taking you home," he continued, "I'm going to touch you during the drive, and you're going to love it," before releasing her into the vehicle.

He handed the driver a $20 and hopped in. The man glanced at them briefly before smirking to himself and turning up the music suspiciously loudly. Neither Airianne nor Matthew would remember later what type of music it was. Matthew was true to his word. The cab ride from LGA to his loft in Tribeca took just over 30 minutes; hidden behind the seats of the cab, he had his mouth on her nipples and fingers plunged into her for 28. She tried her best to keep quiet, but she would have been heard if it hadn't been for the music. 

He passed the driver his fare and an additional tip before hauling Airianne out of the car and grabbing their bags. The doorman had the elevator waiting for them when they entered. "How are you this evening, Mr. Winters?"

"Excellent, William. How was your week?"

"It was good, thank you."

They loaded onto the elevator. Alone again, Airianne turned to Matthew. "You have a doorman?"

He was amused. "Yes. He comes with the building."

She shook her head. "Are you rich?"

"Hardly," he responded. When she kept looking at him, he gave her the brief backstory. His uncle Nathan had died of cancer when Matthew was in graduate school. He had no children and wasn't married; since he had always doted on Matthew, he'd left this loft and another New York property to him in his will, as well as some investments. Nathan had been a bit of a financial genius, and owned both properties free and clear by that point. This loft was the smaller property - one floor, three bedrooms, two baths, a sprawling open floor plan. Matthew rented the other place out. He lived rather simply and had no vices - between his salary and rental property income, he was more than comfortable. 

Matthew used his key on the elevator to access his loft on the top floor. Tenth floor, she noted absently. He suddenly let go of the suitcase handle and turned to her. She was startled as he picked her up, walking them into the nearest corner and grinding himself against her. He kissed her again, claiming her mouth forcefully. She melted against him as his tongue sensually probed her. Airianne couldn't find the strength to resist him anymore. It didn't matter, after all. Matthew wants me. And Matthew seems the type to get what he wants. It sent an odd shock through her to think that way. 

The elevator dinged to announce their arrival. "I want my cock in your mouth once we're inside," Matthew said before he stepped back, lowering her to the floor. The urgency of his tone sent a shiver through her. He took her through the first door from the elevator to the second door that opened into the space proper. He took his shoes off and she followed suit. The carpet was high, and felt delicious as her toes sank into it. 

Airianne was impressed. The floor plan was spacious and airy with huge, uncovered windows. The view was fantastic. It made for a sunny interior, which seemed at odds with his personality in some ways. Although the sparse, minimalist decor seems to ring true, she thought. He placed their luggage in the entryway, and handsfree, began to undress. 

She felt like she should turn away but she couldn't even if she had really wanted to. Airianne had felt his physique through his clothing but she still felt unprepared for the visual. He looked like a model. Tall and broad, Matthew's form was a fine blend of lean and bulk. Very well defined, but not overly done. He's perfect. He watched her watching him, feeling even more turned on. Her approval was written all over her face; it was clear that she liked the way he looked. 

He undid his slacks, allowing them to pool onto the floor before he stepped out of them. Matthew pulled his briefs down, and his eager shaft sprang free. It looked even larger here than it had in the airplane bathroom. Long and thick, it stuck out proudly. 

Then he stepped over to Airianne, quickly stripping her naked as well. He wrapped her hand around his erection, pressing himself into her soft palm. He pulled her into the room, taking them to a large leather sectional and leaning against it. "Put me in your mouth," he said hoarsely. He pressed down on her shoulders, guiding her to the right position on her knees. She stared at it, inches from her face. It pulsed with his heartbeat, and the tip was flushed red. 

Airianne had never had a penis in her mouth before, but all of her friends had talked about it. Extensively. She took a deep breath and stuck out her tongue. She gave his crown a tentative lick, and Matthew inhaled sharply. He smelled like her, and soap. He tasted faintly salty, but not at all unpleasant. Encouraged, she licked him again. He jumped beneath her tongue. Airianne licked him slowly, pretending that he was an ice cream cone. She slid her tongue around and around, swiping the sensitive ridge repeatedly as he grunted. She took the tip into her mouth, careful to use only her lips and tongue. She locked her lips behind the head and laved it with her tongue while Matthew gripped the back of the couch. She grabbed his thighs for support. He groaned as she slid his cock further into her mouth, slowly working her tongue around him exploratorily. Her mouth was wet and warm and felt both experienced and innocent. It was almost like she'd memorized a book about how to blow a man but had never put it into practice until now. 




The Flight



"Fuck," he groaned. He was nudging the back of her throat, and her tongue was rubbing his sensitive underside. She had managed to press his ass into the sectional. When he reflexively bucked back into her throat, Airianne coughed and tried to back off. He pressed a hand to the back of her head, keeping her in place. "Just relax," he told her, "and breathe through your nose." He slowly eased forward again, angling her head to allow for better access to her throat. Her tongue worked his underside almost automatically, and he felt his balls tighten. She seemed dazed by how far he'd fed himself into her mouth.

Matthew was getting close. She felt incredible, even though he hadn't gotten his full length into her yet. He felt her swallow reflexively several times and then erupted from his center. He yelled out as he came, her tongue still pressing into the base of him. Airianne jerked back as she felt his cock throb in her throat, but Matthew kept her in place as he filled her with his fluids. He emptied directly into her throat. The traces as he pulled out left the taste of him in her mouth. She sputtered and attempted to clear her throat as Matthew sank back against the sectional, depleted. He felt like she'd sucked the life out of him. 

After he'd recuperated, he went to the kitchen and opened the fridge. His housekeeper Sarah had left the place properly stocked, as usual. He grabbed a pitcher of cold mint water and poured each of them a glass. Airianne joined him at the countertop, easing herself into a bar chair. He slid the fruit bowl over before bringing over the water and sitting beside her. 

"Thank you," she said. Her throat had been feeling a bit raw, and the cold water was soothing. It was first time all day that she'd felt relaxed. Suddenly the events of the day were running through her head. I lost my virginity under coercion in an airplane bathroom to a US Marshal, and now... I'm staying with him. She found herself chuckling at the absurdity of it all. Matthew looked at her.

"What are you laughing at?" He asked, his eyes narrowed.

"Nothing. It's just....this wasn't how I thought my day would go." She said quietly. 

"I can see that," he replied in a low tone. He pointed at the fruit bowl. "What kind of fruit do you like?"

Airianne looked it over. A pomegranate, cherries, peaches, grapes and plums. The choices did look delicious, and super fresh. But she didn't think she could eat. Her stomach still felt incredibly tense. "I'm not hungry."

"You have to eat. You're going to need your energy." She could feel his eyes on her hungrily. He selected the juiciest peach and sliced it in half with a knife from the set on the countertop. "Eat," he commanded, feeding her the seedless half. She took small bites, trying to keep the juice from running down her chin. He fed her some seedless grapes before eating the other part of the peach himself. "Almost as tasty as you," he said, as he licked his fingers. She flushed furiously and looked away from him. "You're beautiful when you're embarrassed," he observed, feeding her a handful of cherries. 

He swiveled her seat to face him, taking ahold of her hands and realized that she was cold. "I'll light a fire," he said, rubbing her arms, "and then I'm going to have my way with you in front of it." He kissed her, pleased at the way she kissed him back this time. "And then I'll make us dinner and we'll have drinks," he said, picking her up in his arms and carrying her across the room. "and then I'm going to take you into my bedroom and have my way with you there until we both pass the fuck out."

His face was buried in her tits as he lowered her onto the extra plush area rug in front of her fireplace. He dragged himself away from her to pile kindling and logs into the hearthside. Once the blaze had established itself Matthew turned back to Airianne. She was where he had left her, waiting for him. Her legs were invitingly open. He lowered himself to all fours, and cut her gash open with his tongue, sliding it up and down. He could taste himself, faintly. She cried out in pleasure, and clapped her hand over her mouth. He grasped her arm and pulled it away. "You make all the noise you want here."

And then his mouth was between her legs again, licking and sucking her. He sank two fingers into her, working her vigorously while he clamped his lips around her throbbing clitoris. She climaxed quickly beneath his expert touch. As she fought to catch her breath, Matthew was climbing on top of her, pushing his hard cock into her with urgency written all over his handsome face. 

She moaned loudly as he slammed his full length into her depths. Matthew grabbed her wrists and pulled them over her head, reveling in the way she bucked up to meet him. He held them in one hand, pushing her wrists into the rug as his hips pounded her. He focused his attention on making her scream in pleasure for close to an hour before he filled her canal with his seed again. She lay weakly on the floor when he pulled himself out of her, panting with exhaustion. Airianne couldn't figure out why she was so tired. Matthew did all the work. I just laid there...screaming. 

He put her in the closest bathroom and she cleaned up as best she could. She suddenly felt naked. One of Matthew's soft cotton robes was hanging on the hook. She tried it on experimentally. It would be mid-thigh on him, but fell much lower on her. She was certain that he'd stop her if she attempted to grab clothing from her suitcase, but maybe this would be alright. She tied the sash and looked at herself in the mirror. He wouldn't like this, she knew. She loosened the sash and shifted the fabric, leaving most of her cleavage out but covering everything else. This might be okay. 

When she returned to the kitchen, Matthew was naked except for an apron, tied in back. His back was to her as she entered, displaying his sculpted back, ass and legs as he chopped vegetables. He smiled when he saw her. He liked the way she looked in his clothing.

"What do you want to eat? Steak or salmon?" He asked.

Airianne contemplated, biting her lip cutely. "I don't know. How do I know that you're a good cook?" 

He turned to her then, and gestured at himself. Look at me, his hands said. Tall and Adonis-like, clad only in a short half apron. "I'm good at pretty much everything," he said cockily.

"Everything except being humble," she retorted before she could stop herself.

He laughed, partly at her words, and partly at the look on her face after she realized what she had said. Quick as lightning, he lunged for her, catching her by the wrist and pulling her roughly into him before she could escape. He pressed her into the counter from behind, running his hand over her as he kept her there with his weight. 

Airianne had always been attracted to athletically built guys, but she had never dated or had serious physical contact with anyone nearly as big as Matthew. Something about his physical dominance over her sent thrills up and down her spine and made her nipples hard.

He bit the back of her neck as his hands groped her tits. Airianne could feel him stiffening against her rear end as he stimulated her. She relaxed into him, moaning as her head fell back onto his broad chest. He moved to her nipples, rubbing each between a thumb and forefinger. She writhed against the countertop, her pert ass jiggling lightly against his cock. Matthew dipped one hand between her legs and spoke softly into her ear, his stubble brushing her skin. "I don't have a whole lot of reasons to be humble."

He pulled his fingers from her slit and turned on the oven. "Steak or salmon?"

Airianne still couldn't decide, although at that point it was because of how Matthew had left her - swollen and yearning. He put some classical music on and surreptitiously watched her squirm quietly on her seat, staring at him like a baby predator while he finished prepping the vegetables. He decided to make the salmon. His preferred recipe for salmon would be done in the oven and give him enough time to take care of Airianne. 

She was still watching him, but now from behind a curtain of her hair while she held her finger clamped between her teeth. From time to time she would take a big sip of water and a deep breath, trying to calm herself. What the hell is wrong with you? She thought to herself angrily. You look like a junkie. And besides....you'll get your fix after dinner. She'd watched him cook but had absolutely no idea what he'd made. She'd been too fixated on watching his body move as he chopped and sliced and seasoned to notice anything else. She hoped he hadn't seen her. 

"Go sit on the couch, right now," Matthew said. She was startled, but did as ordered. He slid the salmon into the oven to bake and set the timer to 25 minutes. He was beside her moments later, pulling her small frame into his lap and guiding himself into her immediately. She was quite slick, and he opened her much more easily this time. She was so snug inside, fitting him like a custom made glove as he drove himself up into her. She held onto his shoulders, inadvertently arching her tits into his face. He accepted the offering happily, suckling her into his mouth as he placed his hands on her hips and moved her up and down his shaft. "Is this what you wanted?" He asked as he pummeled her. "Is this what you were thinking about when you were staring at me? Is it? Were you thinking about me giving it to you? Were you?"

She could only moan in response as he bounced her up and down his cock forcefully. She came extra hard, milking the seed from his balls. Airianne fell forward, her head resting on his shoulder. "You keep doing that to me," Matthew said. He had planned to pull out this time to save her the extra clean up, but he'd climaxed faster than he had thought he would. It had been a long, long time since he'd had a woman whose body could do that to him, and it had never happened twice in a day. 

"What did I do?" Airianne asked innocently. Her breath tickled his ear and neck. 

He ran his hands through her hair as he kissed her chest. Matthew was trying to find the words to explain when the oven beeped. "Nothing, Darling. You ready to eat?"

Dinner was delicious and simple - Baked salmon with lemon pepper and roasted veggies. Matthew squeezed fresh lemon over her fish before turning to his own. Airianne was oddly aware of his eyes on her while she ate. She felt at once self-conscious and beautiful; she knew he was glad to see her enjoying his cooking, but his gaze was intense nonetheless. She took another delicate bite of salmon before turning to him. "It's really good. Thank you....for cooking for me."

He inclined his head towards her. "You're welcome." From the countertop beside the stove, his cell phone rang, interrupting the moment. "Sorry," he said, looking at the display. "I need to take this." She nodded at him and went back to eating, listening to him on the phone.

"Winters. Yeah, I'm cashing in...Okay." He laughed, eyeing Airianne warmly. "No, just one of those things, you know... Alright, man. I appreciate it." He put the phone down and went back to his dinner. Airianne was watching him curiously. "I'm taking some vacation time. My boss just wanted to make sure everything was okay. I haven't taken any time off before."

"Ever? How long-?"

"A little over three years with the Marshals. I've done some other Federal agency work too though, so it all rolls over." 

She considered that. "Are you taking time off to- is it because of me?"

"Yes," he replied simply.

They finished dinner, and Airianne insisted on doing the clean up. "You cooked everything, so it's only fair," she argued. They compromised, and Matthew put away the leftovers while Airianne loaded the dirty dishes into the dishwasher. While she finished, he whipped up a shaker of gin martinis. He took the shaker and two glasses into his bedroom. When he returned, Airianne was standing at the bar waiting for him, biting her lip and rubbing her thighs together. She was stunning in her nudity. Matthew found her eagerness for his return to be a huge turn on. She smiled at him shyly. He took her face in his hands and kissed her, grasping her arms and wrapping them around his neck. He pressed her into the wall of the hallway, grinding himself against her. 

He guided them down the hall towards his bedroom, kissing passionately the entire time. Feeling a bit more relaxed, Airianne allowed her hands to wander tentatively down his back and shoulders. He growled his impatience and lifted her in his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist so he could move them more quickly. 

They fell upon his bed, their hands roaming each other's bodies. 

"We're...supposed to be having drinks," Airianne gasped as Matthew kissed his way down her neck.

He towered over her, resting his hardness in her gash. Their combined fluids were still seeping from her, lubricating his cock as it lay between her lips. "Do you want me to stop?" He asked.

She whined lightly, wriggling her hips beneath him. He chuckled. "I didn't think so."

"You don't have to be so mean about it," she purred. 

"You think I'm mean?" He asked with a smirk. A shudder ran through her as he pushed himself into her, very, very slowly. 

"Oh...ooooh..." He grabbed her legs, pulling them up and throwing them over his shoulders. He leaned forward again, and Airianne moaned as he went deep within her, clenching tightly around him. He brought her quickly, then went back to his long, slow strokes. She whined and whimpered as he rubbed along her tight pussy, her legs and hips moving underneath him.

Matthew kept a slow steady pace for as long as he could, drawing one orgasm after another from her sweet body until he was satisfied he'd given her his best. He thrust as deeply as he could and froze, unloading with a deep groan. She murmured his name as she peaked again, her walls spasming around him. He withdrew reluctantly, grabbing a hand towel from the nightstand and placing it under her. Then he collapsed on the bed beside her. 

In the night, he woke. Airianne had shifted in her sleep, and he wasn't used to sleeping with anyone else in his bed. He sat up, the covers falling off of him. The moonlight was bright through the bedroom window, and he found himself watching her sleep. She was on her back, and looked like blonde candy. He drew the blanket and sheet down to her thighs.

He fondled her tits, then ran his hand down her flat stomach to her smooth mound, tapping her clit with one finger. Her lips parted slightly, oozing his cum. She was still asleep when she spread her legs for him, and just waking up as he entered her carefully. 

The next morning, he took her into his shower and they soaped each other down. Then he gave her a screw against the glass wall. Her moans echoed off the bathroom tile as he slowly ground into her. Matthew pulled her off his cock after she came, wrapping her hand under his around him, rubbing until he blew onto her tits.

After their shower, he opened a small package. He dropped the pill inside onto her palm. "How long since your last period?" 

She blushed. "Ummm, like a week."

"Good. You should be fine, but take this anyway. I'm not trying to get you pregnant." Yet, he added silently. She swallowed it obediently. The morning after pill would provide some insurance, but they would have to start using condoms. Tomorrow, he decided. In the meantime, he would take advantage of the medicine's benefits. 

Then he made breakfast - biscuits with gravy, scrambled eggs and fruit. He ate her out on the kitchen countertop while the biscuits baked in the oven beside them. It became a routine for them. Matthew cooked every meal of the day for them, usually while engaged in heavy foreplay, and then sex after eating. 

He woke late on the third morning, their fourth day together. Airianne was awake already, and staring at the ceiling. "What's wrong?" He asked her. He was learning her well enough to discern her moods.

She started. She hadn't realized he was awake, let alone watching her. "Oh. Well....I want to go out, Matthew." She rolled over to face him.

He ran a hand idly down her arm. "Are you not having fun here? Is my hospitality not to your...standards?"

"It's not that. I mean, we're having a lot of good sex," she said, blushing, "obviously I'm having fun. It's just...it's all very...one-noted."

"Sex with me is boring and monotonous?" He feigned offense.

"No! But I want to do other things. And...I'm really sore."

"Good sex does that to a person."

"Matthew, it's my birthday tomorrow. Midnight tonight, actually. Besides, what am I going to tell my friends I did for a whole week?"

"Me," he suggested.

She pouted and rolled over away from him, sucking her teeth angrily. "Relax," he laughed, spooning her backside, "I'll take you out. We'll go to dinner, some clubs - whatever you want." 

"Matthew...." She spoke his name hesitantly.

"Yes?"

She licked her lips nervously. Later. Talk about it later. "Never mind. Just, thank you."

He knew there was something left unsaid. But she would talk about it in her own time, and it would do no good to rush her. 

They showered together, and while Matthew soaped and touched and kissed her thoroughly, he didn't initiate sex with her. She felt vaguely annoyed and unsatisfied when she stepped out of the shower. He told her to dress casually for the day and pulled out jeans for himself. 

That day went differently. After a nice brunch of fruit and bagels with cream cheese, they went on a walk to his fave espresso bar. They sat at an outside table while reading and drinking coffee. This is like a date, Airianne thought. She stole another glance at Matthew. He was wearing a blue v-neck sweater that brought out his eyes, and looked super masculine and gorgeous as always. He was working his way through a deep sci-fi novel. Airianne went back to reading. It was a book she'd always loved, but Matthew was proving a challenge to her concentration. 

He was very focused on his book when his phone dinged. He grinned at the text message and drained his cup. "We've got reservations for dinner tonight. An old friend runs the place. He's been trying to get me out for years."

"What kind of food?"

"Sushi, I think. It's some of fusion thing. Very experimental." He shrugged. 

He waited until the waiter had refilled their cups, left the check, and moved off before continuing. "So what do you want to do now? We could go check out MOMA or we could go back to my place and have sex."

She gaped at him. He'd said it so casually, like it was a choice between types of muffins. Still... "Could we go to MOMA tomorrow, instead?" She colored a lovely shade of pink.

Matthew nodded knowingly. "Yes, we can." He put some cash on the table. He's a generous tipper, Airianne noticed before being whisked away.

They walked briskly back to his loft. He started undressing her on the elevator. Airianne fought him off at first. "If you're worried about anyone seeing us," he drawled, pinning her hands behind her back, "don't be. This is the 'up' elevator. It's only accessible from downstairs." She wasn't entirely convinced, but by the 6th floor she was down to her underwear and by the time they reached the 10th she was naked under his jacket. After quickly unlocking the door and tossing her clothes inside, he took her on the floor of his foyer. 

 He withdrew carefully and disposed of the rubber; she was still moaning and shaking when he got back. "Oh. God," she panted.

"Are you okay?" He asked as he helped her up. She nodded and made her way to the kitchen. Matthew took a fast shower and dressed while Airianne was still drinking her glass of water. 

He swept in just long enough to plant a kiss on her cheek. "I'll be right back." The door closed behind him. She helped herself to some fruit and snooped around his place. It was incredibly neat. If there was anything out of the ordinary, it was in a secret compartment or something. He did seem the type to have a hidden back room, she mused. All she found were some impressive financial statements in the top drawer of his desk in the study.




The Flight



She drew herself a bath and took a long, leisurely soak. She heard Matthew enter. He was holding a red rose in his hand, and placed it along the side of the tub. "Happy Birthday, Ari." She sniffed at it, delighted. When she got out of the tub, she discovered that he had bought several dozen red and white roses. He had already arranged all of them into vases as well. They were beautiful and filled the place with their fragrant scent. She hugged him happily. 

At 11:30 that evening, they took a cab to dinner, dressed to the nines. Matthew was dapper in a navy suit and taupe shirt, while Airianne wore nude-colored high heels and a short, strapless, peach colored silk dress. The restaurant was located in Hudson Square, relatively close by. From the outside, it was nothing much to look at - simply another space in a block of one-story, connected brick buildings. They passed through the small outer lobby area and into the waiting room. The waiting room was done in a very modern style, with stark black and white coloring and a small bar. There were three other couples reclining and drinking while they waited for their tables.

They checked in with the hostess at the kiosk, a beautiful Japanese girl with long straight hair. She nodded and pressed some buttons on her display. A few moments later, a blond, ruddy-complected man came out. He was several inches shorter than Matthew, but densely muscled beneath his tastefully expensive suit. 

"Art." Matthew smiled to see him. The other man grasped him warmly in a quick hug.

"Your young lady is beautiful, Matt," Art said, kissing her hand lightly. "Come with me, please." They followed him to a room in the back as he explained the way his restaurant worked. The focus was on private dining. The idea was to minimize distractions, allowing the diner to concentrate entirely upon their meal or companions. As VIP guests, they would be receiving the top tier of such focus. They would eat their meal in a private room where all of their food and drinks would be delivered via a set of double mini-doors, similar to the style used at banks, and they would not meet their waiter at all unless he or she was expressly summoned. All orders would be placed through the display in the room. 

They looked around the room after Art had left them. They could eat at the standard table provided, or lounge on the floor amongst the pillows. Airianne was torn. The floor pillows looked incredibly comfortable, but she was sure that the lack of other patrons or staff was already planting thoughts in Matthew's head. She wanted to at least make it through dinner, so it would probably be better to start at the table. "The table," she said aloud. Matthew agreed, but he wanted them to sit together on the couch side of the table, rather than take the two chairs. She agreed reluctantly; he already had a devilish look in his blue eyes. 

Sitting at the table didn't do much to stop him. Once their drinks had been dropped off, he pulled her into his lap, dandling her. He rubbed his fingertips through the condensation of a glass, delighting in the look on her face as he rubbed the cold across her nipple. He kissed her, feeling the heat in her response as she kissed him back. Matthew had observed the look on her face and was fairly that she was concerned about him having his way with her here, in semi-public. But there were worse things than getting what you wanted. 

He teased her mercilessly, playing with and sucking on her tits until she was fairly crying for more. "You want me to fuck you?" He asked in a deep whisper.

She whimpered in response, grinding her pert ass around his lap.

"I can't hear you," he said. 

Airianne groaned softly. She hated that she did, in fact, want him to fuck her. "Ohh....yes. Yes."

"Okay," he said kissing her neck. His face was buried in her hair when he added, "As soon as we get home." With more difficulty than she knew, he pulled himself away and started to redress her. 

"Huh? Wai- what? What do you mean?" She looked like he'd just hit her. 

"As soon as we get back." He kissed her on the cheek. "Let's enjoy dinner first."

She was open-mouthed as he walked to the mini-door, leaving her alone on the couch while he retrieved their entrees. What the hell just happened? She was noticeably nettled when he returned, but he pretended not to notice. She angrily finished her martini, and then ordered another. 

By the time they'd finished eating, Airianne had mostly forgotten her annoyance, due to the excellent food, the strong drinks, and Matthew's otherwise attentive behavior. She suggested that they have dessert on the pillows, and he agreed. When she stood, Airianne realized that she was very, very drunk. It was little wonder, Matthew thought as he moved to help her. She couldn't have weighed more than 115, maybe 120 pounds. "If Art's restaurant makes drinks anything like Art himself does, you're in trouble. Hell, he probably made your drinks personally."

She sat down on a pillow, tipsily motioning Matthew to join her. She pulled his arms around her when he did. "Matthew, you... are a good-looking man. Really, really hot. You... probably know that. The tall, and the eyes and the...mmmm...body." She giggled. "And... I...I- No, no. You. Yes, you..." She turned to stare at him. "I forgot the rest," she confessed, frowning cutely. "Matthew, I'm drunk." She leaned into him. Despite her intoxication, she was intensely focused. "I want to ask you something. I was going to ask you the other day, but...there was no alcohol in me, in my blood, you know?" She stared at him.

"Yes," he replied. She seemed to expect a response.

"Okay. Okay, that's good. Here's the thing, Matthew. I don't want to sound like a girl or anything. But - what are we doing?"

"You belong to me," Matthew answered simply.

She paused to process, her brow furrowed. It looked like she was translating a language she hadn't heard in a while. "I can't...belong to you."

"Why? Do you belong to another man?" He'd never even asked her, he realized. How important can he be if she wasn't even letting him touch her? "Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Oh, no. That's not the point."

"What is the point, then?" He studied her. "I won't crowd you, if that's what you're worried about. I work a lot."

"Yeah. I've seen you at work," she said tartly, glaring at him. 

"I've never done anything like that before. Never." He took her hand. "If you are mine, I will not touch another woman." Something about the expression on his face made her consider what he'd said. If she was being honest with herself...she liked the idea of belonging to this man. 

"What would it mean? To...belong to you?" It was Matthew's turn to be confused. "I mean, like, would I be your girlfriend?"

It sounded so...quaint. He smiled. "I guess that's the term for it, yeah."

She looked in him the eyes. "Are you even serious? Or is this just a game to you?"

"It would be a very cruel game." For me, as well. 

Airianne took a bite of her cheesecake, looking thoughtful. "I've been avoiding a boyfriend. I'm very busy with school, and...I want to have my degree before I get...tangled up with someone. Involved with something serious." Matthew laughed. "What the hell is so funny?" Airianne asked archly.

He stole a slice of strawberry from her plate. "Airianne, what do you think we have here? Do you honestly think that either of us is going to be able to just part ways in a few days?" He shook his head. "We're already tangled up in something serious."

"But- I've never even really dated anyone..."

"What do you mean by that?" She gave him a quizzical face. He tried again. "What does dating mean to you, Ari?"

"I don't know. It's...." She paused to consider, sipping her drink. "Dating is getting to know someone. But casually," she added, pointing her finger at him sternly. "You go to the movies, to dinner, you talk, you, I don't know, meet their friends...."

"Why?"

"'Why?'"

"Yes. Why do you talk to them, meet their friends...?"

"To see if you're compatible. If you'd want to...make a go of it, I guess."

"Alright." He took her by the arm and pulled her to the cushion beside him. "So we'll date."

"....We will....?"

"Yes. We'll see each other when we can. We'll go to the movies, have dinner, and talk," he ran his hands through her hair, "and we'll meet each others friends. You've already met most of mine, though."

"And it'll just be that simple?"

"Yes. It will be as simple as you want."

She considered that, taking another bite of dessert. "....as I want?"

"I'm older," he said. "I'm not going to put you through any of that petty shit that boys your age will. I know what I want. I want you. I won't play games about that."

She stared up at the ceiling. It did seem simple. She was aware of the dramas that her friends went through weekly, and had never considered that dating an older man could be devoid of such insanity. 

Matthew ran his hand up her leg, pushing her dress up even higher. "What did you want me to say?" He inquired. "When you asked what we were doing?"

She tilted her head, smiling up at him with big grey eyes. "I..." Airianne took a deep breath. "Oh....I wanted you to want me."

"You have no idea how much I want you," he murmured huskily, unzipping the side of her dress halfway. Airianne giggled and kissed him then, relaxed enough by the alcohol. It was the first time she'd kissed him first, and he found he liked it very much. 

It was several minutes later before he caught himself. By then, he'd pushed her panties to the side and was making her squeal, two fingers inside of her. "Matthew, please," she pleaded drunkenly.

"As soon as we get home," he promised. "I'll give you what you want then. In the meantime-" He stroked her insides precisely, bringing her to a noisy climax before easing his fingers from her. He licked his fingers clean in front of her and winked before getting up to see to the check. Their meal had been comped. He was reaching for tip money when Airianne called out behind him, almost presentable again.

"Wait, wait.... I should help."

"What?"

"Dinner? I should contribute."

He scoffed at her. "Absolutely not. It's your birthday."

"So? I can at least get the tip," she offered. 

"This is what it means to date a man." He threw some cash down.

They made out heavily during the taxi ride back to Tribeca, giving the driver plenty to entertain him at red lights. Matthew pulled it together just long enough to get past the doorman; the minute they were on the elevator, he was pushing Airianne's dress up to her waist. "No! Not on the elevator."

He was hesitant to rip her dress. "I'll give you a choice," he said, her hands in his. "Either I take your clothes off now, or -" She smacked his hands away from her zipper in response. He chuckled.

"I was hoping you'd do that." A mischievous smile crept across his face and he fixed her clothing, leaving Airianne to wonder if she'd made the correct choice. 

But the more she thought about it, the more annoyed she was. Who the hell did Matthew think he was to make her wait? This was entirely his fault anyway. It would be an interesting challenge to see if she could turn the tables on him. It might be a dangerous game...but she was drunk enough to play with fire. Once they were inside, she dropped her purse on the sectional as he removed his shoes. Matthew was on her before she made it to the kitchen, but she twisted away. "I need some water. I'm very drunk." Airianne drank her glass of water as slowly as possible. She refilled it, did the same thing, then moved to the big couch. 

"Let's watch a movie," she suggested. She grabbed the remote from the coffee table and began to search through the channels. Matthew vaulted over the back of the couch and pounced on her. 

"No!" She jumped up and backed away from him, into the kitchen. He backed her against the fridge, both hands pushing her silk dress up demandingly. "Quit it," she protested. Matthew ignored her, wedging his knee between her thighs as he kissed her. He ripped her panties off and she slapped him in the face, hard. His cock stiffened in his pants immediately. 

She took advantage of his surprise to shove him away and run. He let her. He was still stunned by the slap she'd given him; that she'd done it at all, and the way it had electrified him. He was even more aroused than he'd been when they stepped off the elevator. 

He turned. She was watching him from the other side of the living area, poised to run. And eager to be caught. He stood for a moment, watching her. Airianne's eyes widened as she saw a slow, devious smile spread across his face, all the warning she had before he charged at her. She took off with a shriek, wishing she'd taken off her high heels before starting this game. He had serious speed for a man of his size, and she had a feeling he was holding back some. He was. Matthew wanted to play the game too. 

She made it into the kitchen, the island between them. He smirked, and began to disrobe. She forced herself to stay focused. He's just trying to distract you, she told herself. With his shoulders, his chest....those amazing abs....Oh God, he's pulling off his pants. She ran, knowing he'd need at least a few seconds to either step out of his pants or on pull them back up before coming after her. 

He cursed behind her, and she laughed in triumph. Airianne ran into his bedroom, slamming and locking the door shut behind her. She knew she wouldn't be able to avoid him for much longer. "Airianne," he called to her from the other side of the door, "you're only making it harder on yourself, Darling. Open the door and I promise to go easy on you."

She didn't believe him, and she didn't care anyway. "No fucking way!" Airianne listened, but got no response. She thought that was strange, until she heard a faint scratching at the door. "Shit!" Of course he had a key. She hid in the walk-in closet, hoping that she'd have enough time to dash out of his bedroom before he found her. 

Matthew opened the door silently, looking around the room. He turned to go to the master bathroom, thinking that was her most likely location. He stopped to let his slacks fall to his ankles first, and Airianne sprang from the closet just a moment too soon. He caught her easily, and threw her over his shoulder while he kicked his pants off the rest of the way. She squealed and aimed a harmless (intentionally) kick at him. He pushed her dress up and spanked her ass a few times as repayment, gripping her ankles in one hand. Matthew walked over to his nightstand, Airianne still slung over his shoulder and retrieved a length of thin silk rope from the top drawer. 

He deposited her at the foot of his bed. Matthew grabbed her wrists in one hand and secured them to one of the posts at the foot of the bed, over her head. He unzipped her dress and threw it on the closest chair, leaving her nude save for her shoes. Then he stepped back to admire his handiwork. 

Airianne looked good enough to eat, and he planned to. She faced the bed, her back to him, her arms tied to the frame above her head. She would be able to rotate around the post some, but nothing else. Still in her flesh toned high heels, she was all long legs, golden hair and toned slimness. Her tits showed from behind, peeping out to the side of her small ribcage. She looked helpless and delicious. He dropped his briefs and moved back to her, letting her feel his hardness against her rear. A small sound escaped her as he began to rub her tits, pulling at her taut nipples. "You were very naughty to slap me and them make me chase you," he said softly into her ear. He gave her a few smacks to the ass, and she jumped, yelping in complaint.

He knelt, pressing his lips to the soft skin of her derriere repeatedly while he pulled the chair up behind him. He sat in it and grabbed one of her legs, pushing it out and up to rest that knee on the bed. One leg out of the way, she was nicely spread to allow access. Matthew scooted his chair forward and shifted his face, slicing his tongue into her slit. He licked her leisurely, his hands on her hips to hold her in place while he drove her mad. 

She sagged against her restraints when she peaked. He stood, holding her against him to take some of her weight from the ropes. His cock slipped between her legs, pressing into her wetness. She raised on tippy-toe, trying to get him into her. "Oooh, please. Please, Matthew," she said, writhing against the post in frustration. 

Matthew had just realized the condoms were still in the nightstand, but was reluctant to pull away from her in this condition. I'll just give her a little taste, then pull out and put it on. 

She was extra tight like this. Airianne inhaled sharply as she felt his tip enter, stiffening so much he worried he'd hurt her. "You okay?" He asked.

She nodded, struggling to speak. "Mmmm. Bigger." She shook her head and tried again. "You feel bigger. A lot bigger."

It was the position. Airianne felt much tighter to him too. She moaned her pleasure as he pressed onward, fighting for every inch. "Oh God, Matt....oh my God....oooh....." Once he'd finally sunk his full length into her, he paused. She was so turned on and wet and tight and she kept moving all over the place. Her pussy was making him weak, he thought. It might be a while before he could build up a tolerance. In the meanwhile -

"I'm going to get a condom," he said, pulling out very slowly. 

"No! No, don't," she begged, "please don't take it out!" For the two days, he'd been doing that. Starting sex, then pulling out to put on a condom. She understood the logic behind it, so she never said anything even though it was driving her crazy. Tonight, however, drunken Airianne was running things, and she didn't intend to remain silent. "Matthew, please don't pull it out, please," she pleaded prettily, pushing her ass into him desperately. "You feel so good in me. Don't, please."

It was hard to turn down a request like that. He inched his full length back into her. "Oh God!" She was whimpering and moaning, and fucking back at him, going up and down on her toes as he stood still. Think about baseball. It was a trick he hadn't used since college. She stilled and whimpered as one hand fondled her breast, the other locking her hips for him. Matthew kept his rhythm slow and steady, calming his own libido while stoking hers. She cried and moaned and screamed his name as he drove her into climax after climax. He loosened his control then, grabbing her with both hands and pounding her the way he really wanted to. "You're mine," he growled into her ear. "You hear me?" She babbled something he couldn't understand. "Say 'yes', Airianne," he hissed.

"Ooh, oh, ah, y-y-yes!" She screamed. 

"I'm going to cum in you now," he told her. He groaned as he erupted, shooting jet after jet deep within her.

He pulled out, eliciting a soft groan from Airianne. She'd gone limp against the bedpost. He untied the rope, picking her up in his arms and laying her across the bed. He laid beside her, smiling when he felt Airianne snuggle up to him. He knew they'd have to go back to the real world soon - work for him, school for her. But here in this bubble, everything was perfect. Matthew pulled her close to him. Maybe we should both extend our vacations.



The Flight



By a stroke of good luck, I am one of the first on board. As I have done this many times, I easily find my seat, taking a few moments to situate myself, removing my materials from my bag. placing them on the empty window seat to my right. 

Trying to get comfortable, and ready for the long trip. I am thankful it is a night flight. Always so less distracting. As I peer down into my bag, on the floor, the tips of a pair of ladies shoes entered my view. 

"Excuse me" a soft voice filed my ears, "but would you mind trading seats with me?" As my eyes traveled up, over her, my ability to speak lessened, until I met with a pair of bright eyes and a wonderful smile. 

She is amazing. She wore a dark blue suit, with a skirt, a white as snow silk blouse. Her long legs. to her curvy hips, beautifully rounded full bosoms. a graceful neck line, the delicate wondrous features of her face....the face of an angel.

Unbeknownst to me, a smile has formed, followed by a light sigh....was this giddiness? A few seconds pass until the words register. 

"What?...Oh yes...yes of course." Quickly I shift everything over to the window seat. As she settles in and I re-adjust, we share a smile.

The captain made the usual mundane announcements "This is Captain Blah blah, we will be traveling at blah and blah, at speeds of blah , blah blah, thank you for flying blah airline."

It's close to twilight as we taxi down the runway. as we make our ascent, I can feel her hand take hold of mine, and start to squeeze....hard. Tilting my head towards her, eyes darting to me, a light laugh of embarrassment escapes her. 

Placing my other hand over ours, stroking tenderly, trying to soothe her. Giving her a warm and friendly smile, softly I tell her that that everything is okay, and then begin to repeat the safety brief the flight attendants just gave before take off. I point out the emergency exits and even give the "Using the seats as a flotation device " schpeil.

While I am speaking , I can see the nervousness fading but being replaced with confusion. Loosening her grip slightly, "How...How can you remember all of that?" 

I raise an eyebrow, while not locked on her eyes "I travel a great deal, but it really comes from having a good memory and an eye for detail.

"Really?"

"Yes, when something captures my eye, I can remember it quite clearly, the image can stay vivid for years." Taking a moment to take her in. "They can even last a life time." 

A small blush comes to her cheek, she tries to cover by asking "How good are you?"

Without hesitation or taking my eyes from hers, I respond "You're using the fourth hole for your buckle."

With widened eyes, she quickly looked down only to look back up "I'm not even wearing a belt."

Smiling broadly at her "Be that as it may, I three things I must tell you. One, you are no longer nervous, two, the plane has leveled off and three....I never said belt...I said 'Buckle'"

"What buckle?"

"The buckle on the strap for your handbag you stowed under your seat."

Through narrowed eyes she peered at me, while her hand reached for her bag. As she looks down I take the opportunity to lower my tray and start to put out my materials. I hear a low "...thank you..." I know she realizes it was my intention to put her at ease. Giving her a sly wink.

I notice the flight attendants with their carts, issuing us our allotment of pretzels, offering us drinks and taking our dinner orders.

We spend the next hour or so engaged in small talk, light flirting back and forth. Enjoying the finest cuisine this airline has to offer.

Once the trays have been collected, we make ourselves comfortable. Removing our jackets, she lets down her hair. Taking off her shoes, and pulling up her legs, so they are curled up beneath her, letting me secretly catch a glimpse.

As the lights dim, she spreads out her blanket, the movie starts. Placing a pillow in the middle of our two head rests. She looks so adorable all cuddled up. This is where she notice that I have put a book light on the top of my clipboard, with the yellow pad, and I start to write.

Taking her headset off, she leans in, so close I can feel her breath on my ear, whispering "....what are you writing?..." 

Turning, my head towards her, noses nearly touching, neither of us pulling back...basking in the soft light of the small lamp. Taking hold of these first few real seconds, both of us at the threshold....wondering if the next move is wise, if the next step will be accepted. 

A nervousness builds, yet so does a yearning. So close ...instincts taking over, heads angling, bodies twisting slightly in these unyielding seats.

A ripple in the sky shakes the plane as we hit a pocket of turbulence..... just enough to send this goddess in to me. Arms wrapped tightly, I pull her to me. Feeling the pounding of her heart through her bosom, pressed to my chest. Placing my hand on her back, feeling the warmth through the thin material, my other hand running down the back of her head over and through her heavenly soft hair. Her face buried in to my neck.

Sweetly and soothingly I whisper to her, "Shhh...shhhhh..... ...everything is alright....just a little turbulence......just a bump .....that's all...really...shhhhh."

The captain comes on with similar words of comfort and activates the seat belt sign.

Slowly she pulls back from me, eyes lowered. I asked what's wrong to which she replies "...justa little embarrassed..."

Putting my open palm upon her cheek, noting the sudden flush of color as it reddens , how warmly it grows. I lean in a little closer ,just over a whisper"...Don't be.."

She gives me an angelic smile and I can feel her hand cover mine to hold it in place. An outside voice chimes in that we have to wear our seatbelts...it's for our safety. 

Slowly she turns to look up to the flight attendant to say "I am safe.", now it is my turn to blush a bit. Reluctantly we comply, sharing another laugh.

A little while later, when the lights are dimmed again, seatbelts unclasped and the plane settles down, people begin to drift off to sleep. I notice the faint glow from my lamp. Picking it up and turning to the lady on my left, sitting there, huddled under that blanket, head resting on the tiny pillow, her eyes now following my movements.

Again she queries"...so what are you writing?"

Trying to find the right words I come up with " They're like short stories.....fantasies...romance" I see this has piqued her interest.

"So....are they based from past experiences or imagination?"

"Sometimes a little of each."

"May I read one?"

"Aren't you tired?"

After shaking her head , I select a story and hand over the pad. As she sits up, with the tray table down, I recline my seat, unrolling my blanket, resting my head, peering out the little window. Watching the stars, as we are a drift in the heavens. Above us, a series of twinkling lights, like jewels. Below us a blanket of clouds, appearing as newly fallen snow, illuminated by the pale moon.

The sound of a light moan and some movement aside me draws my attention. Discreetly I gaze over to find her, one hand holding the clipboard, the other hsa snaked under the blanket. The darkness aids in the concealment but being this close and the expression on her face as she reads, the movemnet is slow but unmistakable.

Realizing her actions , brief as they were, she stops and reemerges herself in the fantasy. Upon reaching the last page, she flipped the pad closed, and shut the light.

There, in the darkness, through half closed eyelids, she lets the clipboard slip to the floor. Then raises the arm rest between our chairs. Climbing up, under my blanket, to lay on her side, draping half of her body over mine. Head resting on my shoulder.

I can feel her nose rubbing up against my neck,I stay very still, she traces designs down my shirt, now that her hand rests upon my chest. Tilting her head up, her breath, so hot, on my ear as she purrs "I liked your story....it moved me."

It was then when her fingertips skimmed past my belt, finding out that I had been moved as well. a soft and seductive "..ooooh..." escaped her curled lips " You know ,I never did thank you for being so sweet to me earlier, so understanding." Her hand now, very gently , slowly, surveying my excitment.

I start to reach for her, she tells me to stay still, so I do. Feeling nimble fingers, unzipping my pants, I turn my head in disbelief, only to be met with the visage of an innocent appealing yong lady, her expression is one of " Oh dear!, Is everything alright?" As her hand slips in and takes hold of me, a quick gasp from me is louder than I had hoped. This brings a wicked little grin to that perfect mouth of hers, and her dazzling eyes. Playfully she strokes , gliding over me slowly...very tender. 

Leaning in, the movement of her hands , slowing slightly, whispering again in my ear"...mmmm. you know there is only so much you can do on a plane." Taking a moment to bite my earlobe softly, the edge of her teeth . she feels me throb in her hand, from the shiver that travels through me. Seeing me, biting my lower lip, stifleing another moan.

Releasing her hold on me, much to my disaapointment. she does continue to climb over my reclined body. Her knees flanking my hips, her bosom pressed to my chest. Forearms resting on my shoulders, with her fingers around the back of my neck. My head cradled in her hands, her eyes half closed a look of seducuction. Pausing only for a moment before lips, so soft, are pressed together. When parted, our tongues, tease playfully with sharp short darts, until I am unable to hold back, delving slowly and deeply, taking long sensuous sweeps over her tonguew with mine. Tasting and hungerily wanting for more.

Impassioned, reaching , beneath the thin blue blanket, to caress her leg, just above the knee. The fingertips glide over the skin, so smooth, inching my way up, caressing the back of her thigh, finding the hem of her skirt, and slithering under.

Exploring hands covering each curve attentively .Squeeezing, gently, moving up continuosly. 

Her lithe form writhing over mine. Fingers gripping, balling up into fists, pulling tightly at the short hair on the theback of my head. Just as my touch curving in to the deep inner thigh, running along the egde of her panties. gliding their tips over and over the damp material.

Letting a finger get beneath the elastic, at last to slip over the silky smooth wetness, searing waves of passion washing over her.Her body quakes at my touch, shifting her hips, begining to gyrate in small circles, grinding down harder and harder. Our moans growing dangerously louder.

Almost in unison we relize that to contiue will undoubtedly bring us unwanted attention.Parting from our kiss, straing at each other, bodies almost close enough to be one. Shared expressions of desire, joy and most of all frustration.

Whispering betwen us, franticaly discussing options, to continue? What if we are caught? The lavatory? No not enough roo, we are definately going to need more space and be able to make some noise.

It's really no choice, as we both notice that the cabin is begining to stir and wake. Checking my watch I see that we will be landing in about an hour. Taking a quick peek out the window, I note the change in the sky, night is melting away.

Reluctantly , she slowly and nonchalantly, slides over to her seat, under the blankets we adjust our clothes accordingly, grinning at each other. I can't help myself, so I leanin again to give her another kiss, just a peck really, on the cheek.

Slowly , she brings her hand up, fingertips caressing the spot, I had just kissed, watching her blush, sweetly smiling.

Taking hold of her hand, palms pressed,fingers interlocked, losing myself in her eyes. We spend the next hour as if in a dream. Coming closer, foreheads meeting, rubbing noses like eskimos, whispering , smiling.

I tell her she's beautiful. Eyelids heavy but still unable to break from her gaze. Not even noticing our descent and eventual landing. It was the flight attendent that had to tell us that we had landed , that broke us from our trance.

Hand in hand, we left to gather our bags, customs, all in silence.Knowing an awkward moment was on us. I walked up to her, standing toe to toe, peering into those pools, light dancing there. Despite the noise , the hustle and bustle of the airport, she heard me say "....come home with me..." It probably came out as a whisper, but the look on her face told me that it was the only thing she heard. I 'd never been so bold with anyone, I was compelled to act in a manner unknown to me. My heart pounding, threatening to burst as I waited for a reply.

Her head rose up, looking at me, from a set of perfect lips, that trembled slightly I recieved a simple "...yes..."

We embraced like lovers reunited and in a few scant moments, we are in each others arms again, in the back seat of the car that was waiting for me, racing towards the city.



The Flight



The airport air doors hissed their welcoming sigh as they parted before Her. She was a formidable sight, clad in red leather and black silk. She spoke of old money and high values, a thoroughbred amongst the masses of humanity. She was tall; almost 6ft in stockings, slim and slender but She carried herself with a regal air. Her demeanour was of old school charm with the haughtiness of high breeding and finishing schools in the Swiss Alps. 

Her harried butler Jenson struggled with the baggage trolley, piled high with La Croix leather suitcases and Gucci bags. His eyes darted everywhere. He watched Her incessantly, knowing the fools would all be drooling and hoping to catch her eye for a brief moment, thinking they had the chance to steal her imagination. He'd seen it all before, from LA to Paris to Rome to Frankfurt. The fools. 

She was above them all, the mindless masses gathered in an airport lounge, bound for their holiday destinations, travelling coach class to exotic destinations like cattle in trucks. She was bound for the First class lounge, and Her annoyance of mingling with the masses was plain to see. 

The gigolos were there, looking for their next target, their next meal ticket. He spotted Her immediately. Andy rose from his seat and stepped towards her. He made 3 steps before faltering; the gaze She shot him would have frozen steel, and he withered on the spot. 

"Damn Bitch," he cursed as She passed, a wry smile curling Her pouting lips.

"Not a chance" sneered the butler as he passed him, an evil smile gracing his thin lips. 

"You'll see" came Andy's retort. "I'll show you" he vowed as the click of Her stiletto's echoed in his head.

Jenson moved closer to Andy as he passed and whispered in a forceful voice, full of venom and malice. "Make one wrong move, Sir, and I'll break your neck with a smile." He hissed.

The look on Andy's face was one of shock and surprise. Surely he couldn't mean that. He didn't look the type to resort to physical violence to protect Her. 

She crossed the concourse, under the admiring eyes of the security guard, stationed near the entrance to the First class lounge. As She approached, he unconsciously puffed out his chest and squared his shoulders. 

"Good Afternoon Ma'am," He spoke in his clipped British accent, but it was if he wasn't even there, She neither spoke nor even acknowledged he existed. 

"Snooty Bitch," He cursed in his thoughts. To say these words would mean instant dismissal. "Bet she still squats to pee." He chuckled to himself as he held the door courteously open for Her and her butler. 

"Thank you, Sir." spoke Jenson as he trundled the trolley through the doorway after Her. 

"Most welcome, Sir," replied the guard as he turned and openly admired her rear view as She strode toward the counters. 

"Are we checked in, Jenson?" She asked in her reserved accent. 

"Yes Ma'am. All the formalities have been attended to. May I suggest a drink in the Bar before our flight?" 

"Yes Jenson. Order my usual while I powder my nose," She whispered. 

"Certainly Ma'am. I'll get right on it," answered Jenson. 

She strode off in the direction of the powder room, her high heels clicking on the marbled floor. Jenson hurriedly ordering a small carafe of white wine from the bar. The barman spotted his furrowed brow and rose to speak, but Jenson's withering look made it clear that he was there to serve and not to converse. 

"These people must learn their place, their station," Jenson thought to himself. 

She entered the powder room. She was alone at last. A moment's peace in a hectic schedule. Travelling was a necessity but a chore at times. She wished she could travel alone, but her father would never allow that. Jenson was a faithful servant, a protector and a companion, but never a friend. Friends were few and far between. She had had plenty of friends at the school in Geneva, but they were a million miles and five years away from those carefree days. 

She slipped into the stall, carefully closing and locking the door behind her. Slipping her expensive red leather dress up , she peeled her black silken panties down her shapely legs and sat down. The pleasure thrilled her as she relieved herself in the stall. Finishing she slowly trailed her fingers up her legs, thrilling to their touch. 

"Not here, not now," She scolded herself, mockingly. 

She slid her panties back up, adjusted her stockings and flushed the toilet. Making her way to the vanity mirror, she washed her hands with that same wry smile. Her face was perfect, her make up intact from the car journey, but she lingered for a moment more before the mirror, as if daring it to reveal her faults. 

Making her way back across the lounge, she felt the eyes on her, the lingering glances of the men, the envious looks of the women. "Ha, let them look," She thought wickedly as she passed them by.

Jenson was there at the booth waiting, a small carafe of wine on the table and a single glass. He never drank on duty, her father would kill him for that indiscretion. He was there to protect and serve Her, his only job in life was to make sure that she was happy, and safe from those that would harm her. As an ex-SAS officer, he was more than capable of that, as a few had found out.

She entered the booth and slid down into the comfortable leather seat, Jenson caught a brief flash of black-silk covered thigh and an even briefer flash of black silk panties. She loved to tease him, but to make any move would be a fatal mistake. 

She sipped the wine, a fine sharp chardonnay, her lipstick staining the rim of the glass as Jenson bustled around, checking luggage and documents. Her thoughts turned to the journey ahead. Her father was waiting for her in Hong Kong. It had been almost a year since she had seen her father, a busy banker for an international company. 

"We have approximately 45 minutes till take off Ma'am," Jensons' voice broke into her train of thought. 

"Yes, Jenson, I know," She replied hastily, her voice miles away. Her father had always had that effect on her. She was always ready to drop everything for him. He was the only man who intimidated her still. A look from him was like a slap across the face. She admired and respected him, but fear held a common place there too. 

Time flew by and the rest of the First class lounge was a blur. The flight announcers metallic voice broke her reverie. "First Class Passengers on British Airways Flight 567 to Hong Kong are now requested to proceed to the departure gates. Please have your boarding pass and passports ready."

She slipped out of the booth and stood up slowly, allowing Jenson another quick flash of well turned thigh. She ran her hands down her sides, smoothing the red fine grain leather back down. Her hands brought her that brief flash of pleasure as they did earlier. 

"Are you ready, Ma'am?" Jenson spoke gently. 

"Yes, Jenson, Lets go," She answered him quietly. "I'm ready." 

Seated in the warm cocoon of the First class cabin, she was engrossed in the pre-flight activity. Passengers finding their seats and stowing luggage in overhead lockers. The hostesses bustling by, making sure all was done and ready for take-off. She hated this part, the waiting for that sudden surge of power as the jet leapt skyward.

Jenson took his seat beside, he'd taken care of all the luggage now, and could relax slightly, The easy part of the journey lay ahead, 12 hours from now, the bustle would begin again. He looked forward to the flight and the much needed rest. The large jet rumbled into life as the huge engines engaged and ran up to speed. The cabin vibrated warmly as the crew took it through the pre-flight check with practiced ease. 

They had travelled many times together, to many ports across the world, but every time they flew, she amazed him by stealing her small hand into his. He took it as a sign of nervousness; little did he know the real reason. 

Air travel excited her, she could feel the jet pulse beneath her and this was having an effect on her. Her breathing was just slightly abnormal and her pulse rate quickened. The jet turned out onto the main runway and dipped slightly under brakes; she felt it move with her. The engines began to whine as they increased their thrust. Her blood pulsed though her veins in time with them. It drummed in her temples and she felt her nipples harden as the plane shuddered and started to roll forward. The surge of power was immense, and her body reacted accordingly. 

Her breath quickened and a hot glow of rapture swept her body. Her juices started to well up in her and she fought to maintain control of herself. She bit down on her lip as the jet hurtled itself down the runway and at the moment the jet broke free, she squeezed Jenson's hand hard. Her breath was ragged, her pulse pumping in her head and her small tight nipples hard as pebbles as the orgasm tore through her. Her black silk panties were soaked. She held the moment for as long as possible before collapsing against the back of the seat and disentangling her hand from Jensons.

The jet tore into the sky and she relaxed again. She loved take-off. All that power unleashed at once, the vibrations and the noise of it all simply thrilled her. 

Jenson relaxed and open his briefcase. He extracted his book and set down to read. Flight bored him; he had travelled everywhere over the world, both on duty with the SAS and now with her. It was a necessary evil, and he was glad to be finished with it. 

She slipped out of the seat as soon as the cabin warning lights went off, she had to change her panties. The dampness between her legs was beginning to become uncomfortable and she needed to freshen up. "Back soon Jenson. Ladies room," She smiled shyly as she slipped away. 

He nodded from behind his book. "Yes Ma'am." 

She walked down the isle of the cabin, a slight smile held on her lips. The steward coming the other way asked if she was Ok. "Yes thank you." She whispered, hiding her devilish grin.

She slipped into the aircrafts cramped little toilet, carefully locking the door behind her. Lifting her dress she slowly slipped her wet panties off. She looked into the mirror. She looked a picture of sex, her red leather dress lifted around her waist, and the neatly trimmed red thicket nestled at the top of her thighs. Her black silk stockings and garter contrasting the red of her dress and her bush. 

"Oh God!" she whispered to herself. "I need a man." 

She sat down on the toilet, hoisting her feet onto the small sink bolted to the wall in front of her. Her hands busied themselves by undoing the buttons on her jacket and then her blouse. The cool air felt good on her skin as she opened her blouse and she looked to the mirror again. This time it revealed her long shapely legs clad in black silk, a crumpled white blouse and a black lace push up bra. 

She slowly undid the front catch on her bra, and let it fall open, revealing her firm, small breasts crowned with dark brown nipples. She blew on one, and it responded by puckering and hardening again. 

"God, I'm horny!" She giggled to herself as she rolled the nipple between her fingers and blew cool air on the other. She slid her other hand slowly downwards, over her flat stomach, tracing a path toward her navel. Slowly she traced the outline of her garter-belt. She sucked in her breath, feeling the tingle of her fingers on her smooth skin, causing the sensations she felt earlier during the jets take-off. Her mind was racing, her breath quickening as the tingling spread. She could feel herself getting wet again. 

"Mmmmm." She moaned lustily as her hand continue it journey of discovery down her body. She felt her mons swell as she touched it gently. Parting her slender legs wider, she slipped her fingers down her crevice, brushing her engorged clitoris. The bolt shot through her, causing her to hit her head on the wall behind her. 

"Ohhhhhhh!" She moaned through tightly clenched teeth as her fingers continued their teasing path to her sex. She gently spread her outer lips with her fingers and rolled her clit around with her thumb, feeling the welling sensations spreading through her pelvic region. Uncontrollably her hips jerked upwards, smashing her thumb harder against her nub, causing her to shudder and stretch her long body out again. 

"Oh my God!" she hissed. "I'm gonna come!" She ground her thumb harder and harder, faster and faster in a circular motion around her clit. Cupping her wet pussy in her hand, she spread her lips wide and slid one finger gently in to herself, her walls parted smoothly to take her. It felt so good. Slowly, deliberately she slipped the second finger in, beside the first one. She felt full, almost on the verve of another orgasm. 

Suddenly, a knock at the door startled her. 

"Are you Ok in there, Miss?" the stewardess voice echoed through the door. "Do you need some assistance?" she inquired.

"N-No, I'm fine. I'll be out in a minute," She managed to call out in a semi-composed voice. 

But she couldn't stop. She had to come; she needed the release that her orgasm would bring. Almost hurriedly she began again, probing herself with two fingers while stroking her clit with her thumb. The waves were building, her breathing was now rapid and thready. She was close. Damn close. She probed and teased herself, her hand was sticky with her sweet nectar and the confined space of the toilet was fragranced with the sweet smell of her perfume and her musk. 

Her hand was pressed up hard against her pussy, her fingers buried deep when she let go, gasping at the shock as the waves of bliss crashed over her. She bit down hard on her lip to keep herself from crying out; the force of her orgasm took her upwards, spiralling up before crashing her down again. Her pussy pulsed and contracted against her fingers and her nectar squirted out onto her hand, soaking it. 

"Oh God oh God oooohhh Gooooodddd!" she hissed through her clenched lips as the orgasm shattered her. She slumped down against the wall of the toilet, shaking violently. 

She stayed that way for a moment, trying to regain her composure and allow her breath to return to normality. Quickly she sat up, and began to dress again, her legs felt wobbly and unable to support her. She pulled a clean pair of panties out of her pocket and wiping her slick wet pussy with toilet paper, she slid them back on. She latched her bra and brushed her blouse down, tucking herself in. She pulled her skirt back down and smoothed her stockings, ensuring the seams were straight. 

Very quickly she patted away the beads of sweat from her forehead and retouched her make up. She glanced into the mirror and her wry smile appeared again. She looked fine; no one would know of her little adventure in there. 

Opening the door she looked into the corridor, one stewardess was in the galley next to the toilet block, but she was occupied with the drinks trolley. She slipped out of the toilet and made her way back towards her seat. Jenson was dozing behind his book, but the instant she sat down, he awakened as if by a sixth sense. She smiled slightly at him. 

"Are you alright Miss Selena, you look flushed?" he asked, concern written on his craggy face.

"I'm fine now thanks, Jenson, just a touch of air sickness. Go back to sleep. I'll wake you if I need anything." 

Jenson looked at her and closed his eyes with a bemused smile. Selena stretched languidly out in the seat and rang the buzzer. 

"A carafe of Chardonnay please and a cheese board, air travel makes me hungry," she ordered when the stewardess arrived at her seat. 

"Of course Miss," The stewardess replied with a wry smile. "It has the same affect on me."



The Flight



The Flight

Today's flight started out just like hundreds of others I have endured over the last 30-plus years. It was one of those small "regional jets" the airlines have started flying all over the country. You know the ones I am referring to; they look like a cigar tube with wings, have three seats to the row, and are uncomfortable as you-know-what. I cheated the process and boarded the plane with the elderly even though I am not quite there yet. I took my window seat, was under a blanket and sound asleep before they finished boarding all the passengers. This is not uncommon for me as I have been traveling for over 30 years.

About 30 minutes into the flight I awoke. Something did not feel right to me. As I opened my eyes I realized there was a head firmly planted on my left shoulder. Trying not to disturb "the head", I turned my head slightly to attempt to discern the gender of the head. It was at this point that I noticed that "the head" was sharing my blanket as well. Studying the top of "the head" yielded few too many clues as to the gender; the hair was a dishwater-blonde color, unkempt in appearance, and did not smell of hairspray. This information was not well received by my sleepy brain. "The head" could still be male in gender, to which I would not take kindly him using my shoulder for a pillow.

Trying to decide what I could do to obtain the information I needed to solve this little mystery, I realized that perfume might lend me a clue. Unfortunately though, if "the head" was wearing any perfume it was not enough to overcome the other perfumes and after shaves around me. I turned my head as much as I could and tried to see if I could see any shoes or a bare leg below our shared blanket to aide in my investigation. The only thing I could see was a patch of denim, faded from age and multiple washings. Needless to say, my discomfort with this situation is ever-increasing.

I am becoming desperate to determine the gender of "the head" when I feel a hand slip under my upper arm, curling around it, then pulling us closer together. I can honestly say at this point that my level of discomfort has exceeded the scale and has crossed over into anxiety. I lifted the top edge of our blanket to study the hand for obvious clues but found none. "The head's" hands were small, fingers well proportioned, and the nails were trimmed normal with no signs of nail polish; ratchet the anxiety level again.

I scanned the aisle to see if an attendant was coming my way and might help with my mystery "blanket sharer" to no avail. I was considering pushing the attendant call button when the other hand dropped, so to speak. It really did not drop, it just kind of slid up onto my left thigh, but the effect was the same. I nearly came out of my seat. Just the thought that "the head" could be male in gender, be nuzzling my neck and upper arm, and now placing a hand on my upper thigh only a frog's hair from the family jewels, was enough to stir me into immediate movement; my anxiety level had reached its maximum level.

As I moved so did "the head", and I noticed that it was indeed female. What a relief! Only another man would be able to understand truly what I was going through and the relief I now experienced. With this new information I settled back into my corner and tried to resume my slumber. I was just about to enter never-never-land when the "other hand" started moving. It was just a slight kneading of the fingers at first, but soon the thumb was rubbing up against the "family jewels." Things being the way they are, the wealth of the family started increasing due to ministrations of the "other hand." Before long the "other hand" seemed to know what it was doing and the effect it was having on the family fortune, for it moved enough to get a good feel of the size of the fortune. Simultaneous to this audit was the utterance of small, distinct moans coming from the "other hand's" head.

It did not take long before the audit became a full-fledged assessment of the family assets. I was getting close, really close as a matter of fact, to making a donation to the "other hand's" favorite charity when I loader moan came from the "other hand's" head and the head that had been sharing my shoulder for at least a hour suddenly moved. The young woman threw off the blanket we shared and looked at me with accusing eyes. "I hope you enjoyed taking advantage of me like that," she said. I shrugged, looking down at my crossed arms then at the hand, her hand, that was still assessing my family fortune, then at the crotch of her jeans, which were a much darker shade of blue, and said "not as much as you."

We never said another word to one another. 



The Flight



He'd been catching my eye all through the flight. I guess sitting in the exit row diagonally opposite the toilets was going to mean I wasn't going to get much privacy, so I shouldn't have been surprised. He wasn't drop dead gorgeous, or especially ugly, just easy on the eye with a smile that was charming and natural. We hadn't exchanged anything more than a passing glance over the entire flight, so I was very surprised when he beckoned to me from the toilet door. The lights had been dimmed and everyone was sleeping, the flight attendants were nowhere to be seen. I have to admit that I'd had fantasies of this in the past, but when faced with the reality I couldn't go through with it. I shook my head and he just smiled and closed the door.

As soon as the door had closed I started kicking myself. It's not every day you get a chance to act out your fantasies and I'd just a chance slip through my fingers. I knew that he'd open the door, smile at me, and wander on back to his seat. So you can imagine my shock when he opened the door a few seconds later, and beckoned to me again. He must have been reading my mind because he had a very knowing smile on his face this time. Throwing caution to the wind, along with my blanket, I decided Carpe Diem and joined him at the door.

Now a airplane toilet is small at the best of times, with two people inside there is definitely no room for privacy. Not knowing the etiquette for the mile high club I decided it would be best if we introduced ourselves, but as soon as I opened my mouth to speak, he pressed a finger to my lips,. Holding it there for a brief second, before slowly tracing a line down my neck to the base of my throat. The moment was so intense I almost came on the spot! He pressed me gently against the side wall and kissed me right on the neck. My back arched and I pressed my palms against the wall. His other hand was on the hem of my skirt, just tracing the line my skirt made against my thighs. I could feel my legs trembling and was grateful for the wall against my back.

His other hand was now caressing my breasts through my sweater, and my nipples were responding in true fashion. I wanted his touch on my skin, and as if he was reading my mind, he slipped his hand under my sweater and over my rapidly hardening nipples. I arched my back some more and he obliged by unsnapping my bra and releasing my breasts. He ran his fingers softly over the sides of my breasts and then slowly over my nipples. I could feel my pussy was absolutely dripping wet, his expert touch keeping me at the point of orgasm, but never tipping me over.

By now my legs were spread as wide as I could get them in the confined space and I was desperate for his fingers on my pussy. Again, he was reading my mind as with excruciating slowness, he moved his hand from my skirt hem, up the inside of my thigh. My panties were absolutely soaked and when he ran his fingers over my pussy lips through the wet material, I came on the spot, my back arching hard and my knees almost giving way.

After my orgasm had passed, he re-positioned me facing the wall and with true gentleness he eased my panties down to my ankles and I stepped out of them one foot at a time. He flipped my skirt up over my back and I could feel his hot breath against my wet pussy. I wanted to back up on his face, but one hand was holding me against the wall. He took one finger and ran it up my pussy, starting just before my clit, over my engorged outer lips and up to my arsehole. His finger was so wet that it slid straight into my arse and I pressed back against his hand so that his finger slid completely in. With his finger pressing inside my arse he finally placed his lips on my pussy lips and started to lick very very slowly. He had an expert touch, just flicking his tongue over my clit, then sliding it between my pussy lips while his finger moved slowly in and out of my arse. His other hand was on my breasts again, slowly rolling my nipple between his fingers. With all this attention I started to feel a major climax building. My knees started quivering and my arms were having trouble supporting my weight with his tongue pressing deeper and deeper inside me. When his tongue slowly started to circle my clit I came all over his face. My orgasm seemed to last forever and my legs would have collapsed if he had not been supporting me.

Before I knew it his trousers were down around his ankles and I could feel his rock hard cock pressing against my pussy lips. There was no competition, my pussy was so wet he just slid straight inside me. He was rock hard and very wide, and I felt like he was splitting me in half. His thrusts were slow and deep and I started to come again. As soon as I started to come I could feel his cock tense and then his come spurting out, deep inside me and he held my hips and ground his pelvis against mine.

We stayed that way for a few minutes, slowly coming back down to earth. He caressed my back and thighs for a few moments and then released me as his slowly softening cock slipped from my pussy. He pulled his pants back up and then kissed my neck and slipped from to toilet, leaving me alone to compose myself. When I finally returned to my seat it was as I was in a dream, albeit an amazingly intense one! With a start like this, there was no way this holiday was going to be anything but fantastic.



The Flight



There it was in my inbox, the summons:

"You are to join me in the States for two weeks. Make your excuses to your friends and family. Be convincing. A friend from school is ill, something like that. Be creative.

"When you get to the departure lounge at the airport, go into the Ladies Room. Change into what's in your carry-on. You can wear a coat and heels...stockings and garter belt if you want...but both your cunt and your tits must be uncovered."

No signature, no discussion, just a command. From someone I had never met. Yes, we had chatted online, spoken on the telephone, seen each other on webcam, but never in person. And from someone I had learned to address simply as Lady.

At first I freaked. I wanted to go and dared not disappoint You, but how I could explain this sudden departure to family and work? Whatever excuse I used had to be one that couldn't be discovered to be false later. Work was not a problem, but family was different: dead or ill friends and relatives couldn't be trusted not to phone while I was away.

Then I remembered my ex-neighbour and lover Jean. She would no doubt help with an alibi. I phoned, we talked over old times, and I began to wish she was not so far away these days. Then I put the proposal to her: she had won a trip for two to the States and her husband could not get time off at the last minute, so she invited me to go in his place. Having gained her consent, it was relatively easy to take some overdue time off work. Leaning on my ex to take the kids was harder, but eventually he agreed to both do that and give me a lift to the airport.

The day of the flight was forecast to be hot. "Oh s__t" I thought to myself, how could I wear a coat in this weather? And You were quite specific. A jacket would cover my top, but would it be long enough to get me onto the plane? If not, would wearing a skirt with the jacket qualify as having my cunt uncovered? Probably not. Then I remembered my long red dress with buttons all down the front. If I buttoned it up as if it were a coat, it would be just as revealing. Probably more so, as the material was flimsier.

So I showered, applied plenty of deodorant, and paid particular attention to my pussy so that any smell would be minimised. Then I put on an old bra and panties (if they were to travel crushed up in my hand luggage I wasn't going to wear my nicest), my dress, fully buttoned up, and the 3 inch heels, the shortest You allow me to wear. In my hand luggage I placed a pair of tan stockings and a lacy black suspender belt. The coat I put in my suitcase.

The drive to Gatwick seemed to take forever. As a clever touch, I got Jean to ring me on my mobile to say she had checked in early and would see me in the departure lounge. I tried to relax, but my ex still commented that I seemed preoccupied and tense. I blamed it on everything other than the truth: the thought of near exposure in the airport and on the flight, and, above all, what You might have planned for me for the next two weeks.

Check-in was uneventful, but I wished I had worn the stockings and sussies instead of seeing them go through the security scanner in my hand luggage. Going straight to the Ladies, I stripped off. As I tried to fasten the stockings, my hands shook so much it seemed I would never finish. Eventually I succeeded and put on my dress. I fastened the button over my breasts, one over my tummy, then one just below the crotch, and finally one mid thigh. I then realised the flaw with my plan: unlike a coat it was obvious that I had missed fastening up the dress, and so any "flashing" would be seen to be deliberate and obvious. I hurriedly fastened the other ones between tits and thighs, hoping You would forgive me. In compensation I unfastened another top button, revealing more of my cleavage.

I left the cubicle and looked at myself in the mirror. My cheeks were flushed and my nipples bulged against the thin cotton of my dress. I twirled quickly, seeing my dress open to mid thigh, revealing stocking tops and a glimpse of suspender. Taking a deep breath to calm my nerves, I left the toilet and walked to the departure lounge. I took a seat in a quiet corner and tried to compose myself. I sat very still, trying to keep as much of my legs covered as possible. I felt very vulnerable but also excited, and to my alarm I started to perspire. I could feel the dress sticking to my back and bottom, and worse, I could feel a stickiness between my thighs.

It didn't help my state of mind when the seats around me began to fill up. I saw several men taking quick but clearly interested glances in my direction. I tried to ignore them, but I was too aware of how small a movement would expose my titties and cunt to them. My nipples began to harden and the heat from my pussy grew. I tried to relax, but crossing my legs only made it worse and I quickly had to rearrange the dress to cover myself. It was definitely not just sweat between my legs- this measured about 6 out of 10 on the wetness scale, and only my nervousness kept it that low. I was glad of the air-conditioning. I felt sure my pussy smelt aroused, but the aroma didn't reach me and fortunately there was no one in the next seat.

Then to my dismay, I realised I couldn't see the departure board from where I sat. Would I have to leave my seat several times to find out when we were to be called to the gate? If so, what sort of sight would I be? I decided to stay where I was until 30 minutes before the flight, and hope that I could go straight to the boarding gate.

The wait seemed endless and I wondered again what power You had over me, to put me in this predicament. How, from the very first unsolicited email You sent me, I felt compelled to respond, to open myself as I have not done for any woman before. My feelings a mixture of excitement and apprehension every time I opened up Your email or saw You were online.

I got up from my seat, pulling the back of my dress to ensure it did not stick to my cheeks. "Board at Gate 33," said the sign. I walked through the doors and onto the travelator, my bag clutched in front of me to prevent my skirt opening wide. Even whilst standing on the travelator I could feel the breeze ruffling my hem. Every 50 yards or so I had to step off and walk gingerly to the next section.

Eventually I arrived at the gate. We were not yet boarding, and I stayed standing at the back of the room as there were few vacant seats and none that were a comfortable distance from an occupied one. After an endless few minutes, the stewardess announced that we were to commence boarding, starting with rows 28-40. My ticket was for row 35. I decided to wait until everyone was in the queue before joining it, to avoid close contact with anyone. However, my plan was ruined as the stewardess called up more rows whilst I was still in the queue. I felt very vulnerable as people shuffled around and occasionally bumped into me, but somehow managed to keep my composure and my modesty.

Walking up the gangway, I was very grateful that we did not have to board via a bus and steps to the plane. The stewardess gave me a lovely smile as well as a hello. Did her glance linger on me a touch more than was usual? Whether it was her smile or the cool of the plane's air-conditioning, I felt my nipples harden and I fought not to blush.

Taking my seat was awful. I kept being bumped by people sorting their luggage, or by the guy behind whenever I stopped in the crowded aisle. I kept dreading that my skirt would get caught and reveal everything. Then I had to stretch to put my bag into the locker, which is difficult to do with one hand clutching a handbag to your crutch for safety! And when I took my seat, I realised I had left my book in the bag in the locker. Was I going to go through all that again or face seven hours with nothing to do? I decided to at least wait for a while.

Besides which, I was a little bit stuck in my seat. I was seated between a 6'3" man who was struggling to fit in his seat and an amply built lady in full chador. I felt them both pressing into my thighs and felt almost naked in my thin dress.

I tried to read the in-flight magazine to take my mind off my situation, but half an hour after take off I had finished. Holding the magazine on my lap, I became very aware of everything around. The smell of the Islamic lady's perfume started thoughts of harems and perfumed gardens and I wondered what she was like under those voluminous clothes. I looked at her, but her eyes seemed impassive and aloof. Did she notice my relative nakedness? Was she offended or jealous? What did the harem women do when alone amongst themselves? Certainly I would be aroused by the close proximity of so much female flesh. Was she also lesbian or bisexual? 

I closed my eyes and my thoughts filled with harem girls, myself in their midst, lounging on couches, idly caressing one another.

Just as I felt some arousal and heat in my pussy, the stewardesses started to serve lunch. Putting the magazine back in the seat pocket, I lowered the tray from the seat in front of me. I passed the first plastic tray to the chador-clad lady, who nodded her acceptance but said nothing, and then I took mine from the stewardess. At the best of times airline food is bland, but with my senses all centred round my near nakedness, I can't say I tasted anything at all.

After the meal, the Islamic woman indicated to me that she wished to leave her seat. I had feared this, and found my fears justified. We manoeuvred out of the seats, and I tried not to let my dress open to crutch level, nor disappear up the cleft of my bum. 

I realised as I stood in the aisle that I would have to go through this performance again if I needed to go before the end of the flight, so I indicated to my neighbour that he should sit down again and I followed the woman to the front of the plane, hoping that a toilet would still be free when I got there.

This was a vain hope of course, and I stood in the space between the toilets and the galley, once again trying to look as inconspicuous as possible. 

This hope too was extinguished as the stewardesses made their way past me with empty food trolleys, jugs of tea and coffee and all the other paraphernalia of in-flight service. Every time they squeezed past I felt sure my lack of underwear was obvious.

To my relief, in more ways than one, a toilet became vacant and I dashed inside. I looked at myself in the mirror, and the sight didn't help my composure. My stocking tops were visible through the front of my skirt, the lack of a bra was obvious, and my face was flushed.

Perhaps I could stay in here for the rest of the flight, I thought, and not have to face the journey back down the aisle. But realising this could not be the case, I did my best to settle myself and arrange my dress before returning to the seat.

Rather fortunately the Islamic woman was just in front of me and I took refuge behind her much larger frame as we walked back to our seats.

When we settled down again, I found my dress trapped by the chador and it pulled open to reveal a stocking top and possibly more to the guy on my right. I froze, worried that if I tried to pull the dress free, the act itself would reveal my lack of panties. I glanced at him and saw him looking at my lap out of the corner of his eye, whilst pretending to read his book. Was it my imagination, or was he pressing his thigh harder against mine? I pulled the tray down again from the seat back to block his view. The pressure relaxed, or I imagined it to, and I relaxed also.

I must have relaxed too much because I found myself dreaming, or daydreaming, that my neighbours each had a hand on one of my thighs and were stroking them all the way from my knees to the bare skin above my stocking tops. As I came out of it, I could smell my pussy odour and feel a wetness between my legs. I wondered what would have happened if I had cum while dozing! I was certainly not far off, perhaps 8 on the scale. I glanced at both neighbours, but they seemed not to be aware of me. I closed my eyes and tried to think of the kids, work, and anything else un-erotic to calm me down and keep me out of trouble.

At last the flight ended. Helpfully, my "pressing" neighbour took my hand luggage from the locker, saving me at least one further embarrassment. I still felt uncomfortable with the close proximity of my fellow passengers as we made our way to immigration. I took out Your picture, so that I could recognise You, fearful that You might not spot me in a dress instead of the coat as instructed.

With my mind both on You and on the state of my dress, I was not paying much attention to what was going on around me. Suddenly I felt a hand grip my elbow and a female voice roughly rasped, "Come with me." 

I turned my head to see that it was an immigration officer. She was rather butch looking: short dark hair, stocky, almost flat-chested with muscular legs, and I realised as she led me to an office at the side of the hall, she had fairly muscular arms too. 

Inside there was a female immigration officer sitting behind a desk with a male officer standing to the side. In contrast to the officer still holding my arm, the female behind the desk was a rather attractive woman in her early 30's, with light brown/blonde shoulder length hair and a full but firm figure. The man was fiftyish, balding, and paunchy. They both looked at me impassively and said nothing.

"Empty your bags on the desk," my captor ordered. I felt myself flush from head to toe as, after emptying my handbag with its makeup, keys, documents, and usual kitchen sink contents, I pulled out my bra and panties from my carryon bag. It was obvious that this was not spare underwear, as any glance at my scantily clad body would confirm.

After I emptied the bag, the attractive female lifted my bra and panties and moved them away from the rest of my things. I tried to avoid looking at any of them, as the male officer checked through my documents and inspected my bags to ensure they were empty.

"You better search her now," he barked.

"Arms out," said my captor, releasing my elbow and pulling my arm up to indicate what she meant. As I did so, I felt the dress rise up a little and open over my thighs. Worse, as it stretched open, my entire cleavage was visible, making it obvious that the bra on the desk was not simply for a change of clothing. The butch officer began to frisk me, at first in the way I had seen done on TV, but then the hands began to roam over my tits in a much less professional manner. To my horror, my nipples responded to her grasp.

"I can't find anything here, at least nothing very much," she said, cupping my small breasts with her hands. 

"Well, search her properly then," he replied.

"Take your dress off please, Madam," the butch requested.

"Sorry?" I muttered, not believing what I was hearing.

"Take your dress off, Madam," she repeated. This time an order, not a request.

"But please, not in front of him," I protested, my mind whirling. Why on earth was I in this office? What were they looking for? Was the Muslim woman involved in terrorism and I got caught up in it by being next to her? How would they react when they found I had no underwear? Is that illegal in the States? Perhaps in the South but surely not in California.

"Its OK," said the attractive officer in a pleasant, soothing voice, cutting across my thoughts. "He has been through this many times. He just needs to make sure that we are thorough."

Trembling, feeling dreadfully embarrassed and nervous, I fumbled with my buttons until finally they were all undone. I held my dress together to hide my body, hoping they would relent, but no. 

"Remove it from her, Officer Wilson!" the woman in front of me ordered, and a rough hand seized my collar and swiftly pulled the dress off me, leaving me in just stockings, suspenders and heels like some out of place porn star.

"Spread your legs," Officer Wilson commanded. "Now bend over, hands and head on the desk,"

I dared not do anything other than I was ordered. As I bent over, I realised that putting my head as well as my hands on the desk forced me to expose my butt and pussy much more than if I simply put my hands on it. I put my forehead on the desk and closed my eyes, trying to block out what was happening to me. For what seemed an eternity, I could hear no sound or sense any movement. Slowly my mind calmed down into a state of calmness or resignation, I am not sure which.

Suddenly my hair was grabbed from behind and Officer Wilson said, "Look at Officer Young!" I opened my eyes and looked into those of the pretty officer sitting less than two feet away from me. She opened a drawer in the desk, pulled out a box of latex gloves and passed a pair to the butch officer.

I could hear the rustle of the latex as Officer Wilson put the gloves on. I clenched my bottom, an instinctive reaction to the assault I feared was coming. I looked at Officer Young for reassurance but she sat impassively. I tried not to think of the male officer and what he might be doing or seeing.

A few seconds later, I felt a latex clad finger sliding along my pussy lips. Despite my predicament it felt good and I closed my eyes and murmured something beneath my breath.

"Open," I was ordered by the Officer Young. Assuming she meant my eyes, I opened them and looked into hers. However, the other female officer seemed to take another interpretation of this and she poked a finger straight into my pussy. I jerked forward and Officer Young leant forward and held my head between her hands, her eyes now only a few inches from mine.

Another finger was inserted, and then a third. "God," I thought to myself, "I must be soaking, despite my distress and humiliation, for her fingers to have gone in so easily." As I stared into the other officer's now smiling eyes, I felt my arousal intensify. The fingers worked back and forward, and then another, from another hand perhaps, worked its way into my little hole. 

"No, no, no," I thought, "I cannot cum like this," trying to fight back my feelings. But the more I fought, the more my being seemed to be concentrated in my pussy and ass. The fingers pistoned back and forth in my pussy, the one in my arse was twisted round and round, and all the time I had Officer Young's lovely blue eyes penetrating mine. I was on the point of giving in and letting myself cum when the fingers were suddenly withdrawn and Officer Wilson said, "She's clean."

"No she's not. She's a dirty bitch," said a male voice.

I wanted to drop through the floor with embarrassment. I had forgotten all about the male officer. I was probably already flushed from the near orgasm, but I still felt myself blush from head to toe. 

"Don't pay attention to him," said a soothing voice from across the desk. "Just get dressed and you can be on your way" 

"But I am keeping these," said Officer Wilson, picking up my bra and panties.

I got dressed. That is, I put on my dress and fastened it as I had before, looking down at the floor and trying to avoid looking at anyone. Then I put back all the contents of my handbag.

Officer Wilson led me out of the office, reunited me with my suitcase, and directed me to the terminal exit. 

It was there that I saw You waiting, looking even more beautiful than in Your pictures or on Your webcam. Overjoyed and excited, a big smile on my face, I rushed over to You, expecting to be embraced.

"You are late," You said.

I could feel the smile evaporate from my face. "I got searched by Immigration," I said, blushing.

"Ah, so you have met my friends, Sue and Janice. Did they have a man with them?"

"Sorry?" I muttered, confused.

"Sue and Janice, the Immigration officers. Was there a male officer with them?"

I nodded, my blush deepening.




The Flight



"But it's really small," an expression that she knew would get him going. She looked slyly at him, she saw his wince, knew it got to him. "I'm not complaining or anything... but I do not know that it will be big enough for me." 

Wow, that one almost stung he thought, "No worries," he snapped, "if you don't like it there is always a parachute." 

Huh, she thought, wicked man, I'll torture your ass later. "Is there really a chute?"

Glancing back he replied "naw, no room, it's way too small." 

Now he was showing an easy smile, confident as they strolled across the tarmac to the small plane. It was a single engine Lake aircraft, designed for land and water landings, he had offered her a romantic picnic and asked her if she liked flying, she had said "no." So he told her he had a really cool flying boat. Who knew it was a frigg'n plane, she really thought it was a boat. 

As far as a tin can boat like thing it was pretty, snow white with a gold and navy blue stripe running from the nose to the tail, the sun picking up the angles and curves of the wings and tail. The design seemed like it couldn't fly, the engine mounted high above the wings, cockpit forward of it all of it strapped and welded to some sort of boat hull. 

The weather was cool, a perfect September day, light breeze, fluffy clouds slowly crawling across the blue sky. 

Heat radiated from the black tarmac as they made their way across. 9:00am seemed really early but he did promise an exciting day on the water, exciting seemed like a loaded word now as she wondered if he built this thing himself.

On the promise of a romantic picnic she work a tight white tank top and carried a navy sweat shirt. On his recommendation she wore jeans and hiking shoes sensible shoes. He said nothing about panties, so she opted to go without. 

He carried a backpack and a small stainless steel cooler. He wore tan cargo pants, hiking shoes and a loose fitting light blue long sleeve shirt with a white t-shirt underneath. A leather necklace hung around his neck, a  dark blue ball cap with a dog surfing on it, and sunglasses finished the look. He looked cool she thought, and a beautiful aviators watch suggested that at least his wrist knew how to fly. 

On arrival at the plane he unlocked and lifted the canopy. Looking in she quickly remarked that it seemed to be way bigger than expected with a wry smile. 

His attempt to ignore the remark failed when she tossed her hair exposing her neck. That got him coming closer to her, moving in face to face, pushing against her, hands on her sides as he nibbled the side of her neck. She shivered felling it all the way down her back. Wow she thought, he was getting hard and she was getting moist. The attraction and lust were strong, this was going to be fun.

"Why don't you just fuck me in the plane right now?" she asked in a whisper. 

"Not yet," were the only words he uttered before he returned to her neck and ear. taking half a step back he turned her away from him and lifted her up on to the sill of the cockpit, then stepped in between her legs. With that he pushed his tongue into her mouth kissing hard, two can play at this game she thought as her hand immediately went to the bulge pushing against her. His breath changed, pulse quickened, she'd won this time. He broke the kiss, stepped back, made a show of adjusting and said "slide in."

She eased into the plane, he walked around to his side, having already done the preflight before her arrival he lifted his canopy, secured the pack and cooler under a cargo net in the back seats then threw a leg over and climbed in. It was pretty obvious that he was still excited, the bulge in his cargos giving him away. Very cool, now she knew how to pass the time in the air. 

The plane smelled a little musty, he wasn't hurt but a little defensive when she told him, "you would smell musty to if you were over 34 years old." 

Holy shit she thought, this thing is really old for a plane, if I die my husband is going to kill me...

leaning over he showed her how to put the four point seat belt on and described what to do if "bad things" happened. She was scared, no nervous, no fucking scared! A bead of sweat rolled down her back, funny it didn't feel that hot in the plane. 

Once he secured his belt he glanced around the outside of the plane before asking "Good to go?"

shit what did he say? 

"Huh?" she was flushed, shit he's winning, he's got me completely distracted.

"You good to go blue eyes?" once again that confident smile, not sure it made her feel more at ease, but he did have a nice smile. 

Returning the smile albeit a little weaker, "sure thing captain!"

Without another word he reached across and slipped the lock on the canopy he lowered it and secured her side. His elbow glancing off her chest as he pulled his arm back. 

That was weird she thought, I'm scared and yet that touch set another shot through her body.

He turned a couple dials, pulled and pushed some plunger thing in and extended his legs to some pedals on the floor. "Just try not to push on these ok?"

Fuck, now there were things she couldn't touch?

"Oh yeah, maybe keep your hands off this as well," he said as he pulled and turned the wheel thingy. 

I'm going to die horny... damn it, why didn't I just fuck that store clerk? Her thoughts amusing enough to almost distract her when the engine started. 

"Holy shit that's loud," she belted out. 

He laughed and then closed his canopy not before the smell of plane exhaust and fuel hit her. 

Reaching over he handed her a headset. "My hair," she joked.

"Looks great and smells awesome" he responded while moving a lever on the ceiling causing the whole plane to shake as the motor got louder.

"You good?" his voice sounding tinny and distant. 

"Peachy" she responded. 

With the windows closed, she could now smell his soap, shampoo, aftershave, crap, the plane smelled great now!

"Here we go" and then his voice even more distant on the ear phones, talking to someone else as the plane started to move across the apron. They followed a dotted line, almost like a road, pedals moving, every bump felt, I wonder if this thing will fall apart were the words screaming in her head.

Looking up she could see the sun in the blue sky as it warmed the cockpit through the glass, looking inside multiple dials, glowing numbers and a little gps screen looking back at her. 

The wheel thing in his left hand, his right arm on the lever up high, she could tell he was in the zone. 

Where should I put my hands she thought? Do I look scared, am I blowing this? I don't want him to think he's freaking me out, he will feel bad. Almost by instinct she placed her left hand on his shoulder and turned and looked at him. He glanced quickly, that fucking smile, why wasn't this scaring him? 

"Tell you what" he said, "put your left hand on top of mine and just follow me through the throttle." "You'll enjoy it more, just feel what I do." 

She placed her hand on his, warm, calm, a slight shake from the vibrations, she barely noticed the plane had turned and lined up on the runway. 

"This is the best part" his eyes smiling, wrinkles on the sides of his face. She could feel the strength in his arm as he pushed forward causing the plane to pick up speed, moving a little side to side in the lane, his arm now pushed fully forward, engine howling. If she wasn't so scared this would almost be cool. Then, when the movements and speed were almost violent the plane lifted from the earth, the ground falling away, his right arm easing back the sound quieting a bit. 

"Gotta move my hand for a minute," she was startled by his voice, holy shit she was flying, feeling the throttle, the lift, no more shaking in the plane, just calm, more sky, the earth rounding slightly, fall colours contrasting against plowed fields and the dark blue waters of lakes and rivers. 

Shoulders touching, feeling warm, calm, that easy smile. He flipped a switch sending a loud mechanical noise through the plane. She tensed and looked out her window to see the gear disappear into the wing. The plane banked right, still climbing, her ears popping, roads like this veins with tiny cars moving below.

"We will level off at 2700 feet and head north west to Georgian Bay, nice little spot up there on the water." 

She smiled and nodded, shit, he thought, I scared the crap out of her.

A few minutes later and the plane was leveled and trimmed heading north west at 130 miles per hour. It seemed like the plane sat still in the sky as the earth rolled past underneath. All those colours, way down a gull drifted, she saw it! How cool was that. This could be the best date ever... if he doesn't kill us by flying into the ground like a lawn dart. 

His right hand had fallen to her left leg. She didn't even notice till he moved it. Just casual up an down her thigh. There was motive behind the movements, his hand edging over, now on her inner thigh, shit he's horny she thought. "How much does it take to fly the plane?" she asked innocently.

"No auto pilot if that's what you mean" he responded eyes scanning the horizon then back in over the dials and gages before moving outside again. 

"Too bad" she said, "how long before we land?" 

"About thirty or so" was his response. 

"Do you think you could keep us from crashing if I took your cock out?" a question which stumped him.

His response came with tension in his voice "I would think I probably could." 

"What if I slid my plants down and touched myself?" now she really started to push him. 

"You're making it tougher by the minute" that damn smile again. But something else as well, a serious bulge. 

"Well it is hot in here" she said, and with that, she lifted her hips undid her jeans and slid them down kicking off one shoe and lifting her leg trying not to hit anything that may kill the engine.

Her jeans now gathered around her right leg, her left leg lifted slightly. The air feeling amazing, invigorating on her skin, this was seriously turning her on. She carefully placed her leg across his lap, her pussy gently spreading. His right hand finding her left leg again, gently caressing, moving inside her thigh climbing slowly. It came to rest on the edge of her bikini line, his left hand on the yoke (wheel thingy) steering the plane. 

Why wasn't he touching her? This was killing her, so close, the warmth, but not moving. He was making her wet with indifference, she needed his hand on her now. She slid her hips to the left, maybe he just couldn't reach over any further. 

Damn it, still no movement. Had he had a stroke? She arched again, moving against him, still no movement. This was getting frustrating.

Then, as abruptly as he stopped, he began moving again. His hand covering her entire pussy, the heat was amazing. She pushed out, lifting up, willing him. A finger pushed in easily, she was really wet, he slid up stopping on her clit hood. One finger then back down inside. This was insane, she was literally soaring  into mile high club. He slid a second finger in, while his palm pushed hard on her clit. 

"I want you to cum for me" his words breaking her trance for a moment. 

That will be really easy she thought as he continued to finger her. His hand forceful, a light sweat forming on her thighs, her legs, her neck. She raised up more pushing with her right leg, her left still across the plane on his lap. Focus was getting tougher as she looked outside the earth traveling by as a slow blur. 

A new smell in the plane, light sweat, sex, she was going to cum. He pushed deeper, harder, lifting, his fingers curled. Palm pressed hard.

She was cumming, muscles tense, legs hard, toes pointed, air sucking, hips bucking, cumming. 

"That was crazy" she said as he slid his fingers out resting his hand on her inner thigh. He just smiled. "Wanna taste?" she said wickedly as she took a finger dragged it through her pussy and reached across slipping it into his mouth. 

She eased her left leg back, dragging it deliberately over his bulge. "Your turn now," reaching across his body with her left hand she loosened his belt and unbuttoned his pants. 

"Ok, so lets be a little careful here cause well, we could crash."
He said this as he lifted his hips so she could pull his pants down. She teased him through underwear which were not doing much now from a retention perspective. Her fingers slipped under the waistband and found his smooth hard cock. 

"Take it out" he said his voice less controlled. 

She obliged, pulling it out. He pushed up slightly, the plane rocking side to side with the pressure on the pedals. 

It felt amazing, her hand around him, easing up and down. The warmth of her skin, her fingers so soft and gentle. But really what a crazy flight he thought, he was getting a hand job while flying, coupled with the fact that she was naked from the waist down AND he had just made her cum (something that he really hadn't forgotten). All the while the shores of Georgian Bay rolled into view on the horizon making them only 15 minutes from their destination and landing.

She used mostly her fingers, she didn't want him to cum too fast nor did she want them to fall from the sky just because she jerked him into a frenzy. Her eyes moved from him to the world outside then back to his cock. She loved playing with him as she slid a finger over the tip collecting precum then down the underside of the shaft to the base before cupping his balls. She would then start all over and slide two fingers back up occasionally teasing his swollen head by letting a couple fingers trace around the edges where she knew he would be most sensitive. 

Mean while her right hand had ended up between her own legs covering his as he gently rubbed her pussy. She couldn't believe that she would cum again but this flying and sex was really hot. 

He had her clit exposed between two of his fingers and she was rubbing it with her own. 

"Wanna taste?" she asked, as she took her hand off his cock and slipped a finger into her pussy then back out holding it up to his mouth. 

Without hesitation he leaned forward opened his mouth and gently sucked her finger. She tasted really good he thought causing his cock to twitch as the  sensation moved through his body. 

Outside it was land to the right and blue waters the left. Inside it was two people naked from the waist down, the heavy smell of sex in the air, a hard cock that seemed to have an unlimited supply of precum and soft pussy that was wetter than she could remember and not that far from a second orgasm. 

"If you cum you are likely going to make a mess, can I take my belt off?" she said hoping that she could get her mouth around his cock. Her strategy on his cock had changed to holding it completely in her hand and just moving her fingers like she was playing a piano occasionally touching the head. The sensation for him was killer.

"Better not we will be landing in five," he said trying to concentrate on the flying, her pussy, his cock and flying.

His hand lifted off her pussy sending a light chill through her body, it had been so warm and nice! He reached up and eased back the throttle lever the engine getting a little quieter as he pushed slightly forward on the yoke and adjusted his feet a bit. 

"You see those two small islands up ahead, we will be landing on the water in between them and pulling ashore on the one on the right." 

Her hands stopped moving, her mind clued into the fact once again that she was in a small plane and was about to land on water. 

"No big deal he said as he placed his right hand back on her inner thigh, if it makes a difference to you I have landed on that very spot at least twice."

Her response was decisive as she squeezed his hard cock " well given my cargo you better make it good." 

She could see him smiling under his glasses as the altitude dropped and the horizon moved higher. A wave of pleasure washing through her as he slipped a finger back inside her and was now pushing deep. 

"Lets make you cum one more time before we land" were his next words.

Her response to his words was simple as she began rubbing her clit with the index finger of her right hand while he fingered her. 

He envied his fingers as he wished his mouth could be down there, easing back on the yoke he leveled the plane at 500ft surveying the wind and the area her left hand holding his cock tight.

She was lost in the moment, hair messed, biting her lip, his finger pushing deep and fast while she rubbed herself her whole body on fire, stomach tight, sweat on her skin, face flushed, toes pointed then curled, the very fabric of her shirt on her skin, on her nipples turning her on as she came this time moaning loudly into the mic.

"Ok well how bout we put this plane on the water now" his hand barely having finished the job left her body and moved to the throttle again, as he banked the plane hard left  the horizon changing quickly. The another turn and he was distant on the radio again, telling area traffic they were going to land as the islands that they had seen were now passing by his side of the glass plane returning to earth quickly now.

Instinctively she pulled her pants back up although she left his down, his cock softening given his focus on other things.

Two more left turns as the plane continued it's decent, his right hand moving off the throttle momentarily to the flaps then after an adjustment back to the lever on the ceiling. 

She was tensing up, her sweat from the sex turning cold, the waves on the water completely visible as the lake seemed to charge up at them, only a few feet off the surface he moved the yoke in what she would think was chaos but hoped it was controlled, then the sound, water on the hull, was that normal? 

Are we going to die now? His pants down? Hell she didn't even give him a final orgasm! Their speed slowed and water flared high above the canopy and as quickly as it all happened the plane settled now a cruising boat.

He undid his seat belt and popped the latch on hers then reached up and opened his side of the canopy letting fresh air in. He pointed to the shore and said they would pull in over there. 

The air woke her, slapped her into remembering that she had not completed a task, her eyes moved to his cock, mostly soft now, she leaned over and grabbed his cock in her left hand and moved to a kneeling position so that she could take his cock in her mouth. 

She wanted to show him how happy she was that he hadn't crashed the plane and killed them so she began sucking hard, her hands moving over his balls and shaft. This was going to be fast and powerful she thought as she attacked him. His smelled sweaty fueling her on, the taste of salt, his cock literally growing in her mouth as she rubbed and jerked his shaft, her tongue swirling and licking as she sucked at the precum.

He lifted his hips and spread his legs, he was so horny, it had been so long since a woman did anything like this to him. His right hand sliding into her jeans which she hadn't had time to button and grabbing her naked ass cheeks. Fuck, he thought don't run aground. His last thought before his cock pulsed, his whole body tensed and cum shot into her mouth pulse after pulse. His left hand fought to not jerk the yoke out of the console as his whole body tensed. 

She swallowed and kept up continuing to work him but slowing her pace feeling for the first time his hand in her pants fingers in her crack. Then his hand was out, throttle pushed to neutral and and the plane went silent as he shut the engine off leaving the sound of waves on the hull momentarily before it slowed to a stop on the sandy shore.

He reached down and look off her head set, carefully untangling her hair, her mouth lifting off his cock, as he then took he his head set off as smiling. 




The Flight



"Hell of a flight eh?" that same confident smile.

"I've had worse" she mused before leaning forward and kissing him hard on the mouth.



The Flight



I have finally finished up a rather hectic few days and now find myself sitting at the airport sipping on a cold lager and taking time to relax.

I almost thought it was you as a very enticing lady walked by and smiled, then stopped and asked if she could join me as we were both waiting to be called for boarding. "Of course, please, take a seat" I offered as she so perfectly slid her knees under the table and bent her hips in my direction as they followed. I must have been smiling as I was very taken with how perfectly her pencil skirt cradled and showed the curves of her gorgeous arse off so so delightfully. She noticed my gaze and her eyes dipped demurely towards the ground as she had enticed the reaction she was obviously intending.

She was wearing a light, white blouse. Light in colour and in texture and it showed off her form and flesh without being obvious. I noticed that she was wearing a half bra. Her breasts held up by silken cups of fabric that seemed to effortlessly cradle her womanhood.

It was a strange situation as we started to talk about New Zealand and what we thought of it. Casual tones and conversations seemed to be the order of the day but it was definitely more than that as she would brush her knees against mine as she turned to talk, or her hand would brush my arm as she laughed at a comment.

I enjoyed studying her face. It was light, joyous in how it expressed her thoughts as she talked and smiled in response to our stories. Her eyes were blue and I was grateful for that as it helped me to focus on her face until the opportunity arose when she looked up to order another drink and I took another glance at her breasts. Her nipples were now firm from when she had sat down and they pushed just over the edge of the silken cup holding the rest of her so perfectly. She whispered "Do you like what you see?" and it started me. For the first time in what seems like forever, I think I blushed in being caught out but I had been so taken by their shape I must have forgot how long I was admiring them.

"Please excuse my rudeness but I am simply stunned by your beauty."

She again looked down towards the ground. Her cheeks seemed to blush slightly and she softly responded. "As I have been of yours since I saw you and as such, I am flattered and surprisingly nervous that you find me beautiful."

Slowly I lent over and with the deftest touch of my lips, kissed her smooth long neck. She inhaled quickly at the touch of my lips on her flesh and the feel of my hand on her thigh as my fingers pressed gently into her firm flesh. "Then we are fortunate in our meeting"......

Late morning. The sounds and smell of a busy Sydney city try hard to cut through my tranquility and fight for my attention - I cradle my dopio close to my nose to keep it at bay. The smell of newly roasted beans and the feel of my half firm cock lazing happily in my jeans takes my mind back to yesterday's flight.

Moments after our first purposeful touch the boarding call beckoned us. We stood and made our way slowly down the flight bridge towards the plane.

I asked her what seat she had and noted it was only three rows from my own.

As we moved to enter the plane she turned and looked at me, and as she leaned in towards me she brushed the tip of her still firm nipple across my chest and whispered softly "Please use this toy as You see fit".

I kissed her glistening lips softly "I had intended to do exactly that".

We were shown to our seats and prepared for the flight.

Once in the air on our way to Sydney I unbuckled my seat-belt and moved along the aisle towards the bathroom. As I past her seat I brushed a fingertip over her earlobe in such a subtle way I almost felt her body shake in response. I kept walking and took the furthest restroom and smiled to her as I closed the door behind me.

I laughed to myself as less than a minute later I heard a very discrete knock on the door. Opening it to see her I moved to let her join me before again locking it.

Reaching down I took hold of the bottom of her tight skirt and started to pull it up her thighs and over her hips delighting in both the feel and look of how gorgeous a woman's arse looks in a dress when they don't wear panties and having the mirror behind allowing me even better views of her curves.

We didn't kiss. I watched her, smelt her but did not taste her as I unbuttoned the top of her blouse and admired the shape of her breasts.

I do so love the lines and curves of a woman's body, I thought to myself.

Unzipping my jeans to extract my cock from its confines she followed my actions and smiled. She did not move and knew she was there for my pleasure.

I knelt as best I could and sniffed at her exposed lips. Fuck, that smell... that warm, moist smell of a healthy aroused woman makes me so hard. Only then did I taste her. The tip of my tongue slipped over the hood of flesh covering her clit. She moaned and I scowled "No noise, none!"

Slowly rising to my feet my arms slipped between her legs and my hands cupped her firm arse as her feet lifted from the floor until we were standing there - her thighs on my forearms, her arse in my hands with her cheeks on the washbasin, her breasts firm and exposed and her cunt being slowing forced open by my swollen cock.

She smiled and slowly closed her eyes as my cock smoothly entered her until its tip was slipping along her warm walls.

My cock was so hard it almost hurt as I started to fuck her, harder and deeper with each pump. My shaft slipping between her walls as she squeezed herself around me with every thrust.

It was heated and the visceral use of a gorgeously inviting cunt by my cock made me speed up my rhythm. A rabid dog fucking a stray bitch till they were so aroused the bitches cunt refused to let go of the cock inside her.

I could hear her breathing quicken and knew she was close. Leaning in I took hold of one of her nipples in my teeth as I lifted her arse higher before lowering her soaking hole quickly back along my shaft as the flesh of her breast stretched from my teeth. She arched her back to relieve the pain as my balls slapped at her arse cheeks... her eyes flung over and looked desperately at me as I repeated this time and time again...

Her stomach was rock hard and contracted. Her cunt gripped around my shaft and with a simple, low rubble of my voice around her engorged breast..."Yes" she murmured...she came...she bucked and buckled. Her body awash with spasms as an orgasm washed through her and like an offering, she, her body, her mind..received it. But she did not make a single sound beside the simple "Yes".

My cock loved the feel of her bodies delight as it released itself around it and before it too joined it I picked her up and slipped her tight cunt from my shaft and sat her on the washbasin's edge.

Kneeling, I again sampled her. The closest I could place her was Chanel #5, my favourite.

We changed position and sat there against the washbasin. Her, squatting, legs apart, skirt still on her hips and her nipples erect and sitting at the edge of her bra.

She smiled as she took hold of my throbbing shaft and looked up at me as she started to lick her juices from the tip of my cock. Like a lollipop she licked and cleaned my cock as it slipped deeply into her mouth.

As she cupped my balls and gently pulled at them the head of my cock slipped into her throat.

The tip of my leather shoe lifted to play at her lips and my fingers slipped into her long dark hair as I started to fuck her throat.

She squatted down more and ground her clit over my toe as I took hold of her head and started to throat fucked her...used her deep and quick and as pre-cum started to drip from my cock she circled her fingers around the base of my balls and gently pulled and squeezed.

With a rush, cum sprayed from my cock down her throat, again and again as my fingers dug into her head and held her tightly...her clit riding my shoe like a dildo, hard, deep and fast as spray washed down her throat. Her tongue poked out and licked at my balls and gave her air as I continued to release into her..and then she again clenched and released. Her throat opening more and taking me deeper as she slowly ground her clit on my foot...all without a sound.

I let her clean me up as I pulled the head of my cock from her throat and lay it in her mouth. She licked and swallowed me clean until I pulled at her hair and watched as my cock slipped from her mouth and she stood up in front of me.

I brushed her hair into place and buttoned up her top as she continued to play with my cock. Reaching down I put it away and zipped up my jeans. My hand slipped between her legs and wiped slowly along her lips to pick up her moisture on my fingers before wriggling her tight skirt back over her thighs.

We stood there for a moment before she took hold of my moist hand and slipped one of its fingers into her mouth to suckle on. Releasing it she looked down and said in a small, almost silent voice "Thank You for using this toy".

She opened the door and moved back towards her seat as I stood there waiting a moment.

Smiling as I looked down and noticed the sparkle of my shoe and found myself running the tip of my nose over the palm of my hand.

As I returned to my seat I leaned over as I passed her "Do you have anyone meeting you when you arrive?"

"I was hoping you would be free." Was her smiling response ...



The Flight Attendant



“Please place your tray tables and seat backs in the upright and locked position in preparation for our landing in San Francisco,” was the announcement over the loud speaker. “The current time in San Francisco is 6:00 a.m. We know that you have many choices when you fly and we appreciate you choosing United.”

I didn’t have that many choices. Not for a cheap red-eye all the way across the country. It had been an incredibly fascinating flight, however.

My name is Donna, by the way. I wrote another story about my spring break in Florida. For those of you who haven’t read that story, this is a little about me. I’m small, maybe 5’1” and less than 100 pounds. My dad is Portuguese and my mother’s Greek, and I’ve got dark hair and olive skin. I also have great breasts. They’re not really huge; I’m between a “C” cup and a “D” cup, but as small as I am they look immense on me, and they’re perfectly shaped with just a little droop. I could admire my tits in the mirror for hours.

I also have a fat cunt. That’s how one of my old boyfriends described it, he said my cunt was fat. What he meant was that my labia is big and hangs down from my body. My hood is also very big and my clit sticks out of it. It never goes down it’s just big. When I get excited my clit gets very big, about as big as my thumb! I love sex and I don’t really care if it’s with a guy or another girl. As long as they turn me on!

The flight started great. As I entered the airplane, in a line of other passengers, we were greeted by the usually bored flight attendants. Normally they are interested more in keeping the line moving, getting everybody seated and luggage properly stored, than in any personal considerations. It was a little different this time. The flight attendant at the door was turned slightly away, just finishing a conversation with someone else, when I entering the airplane. She turned to face me, about to say her usual greeting, when her eyes locked onto mine. God, they were a beautiful shade of blue! Her mouth opened and for a moment no sound came out. Her pupils dilated just a bit as she said directly to me, “welcome aboard, I hope you enjoy your flight tonight.”

“It’s better already,” I smiled back at her.

Maybe it was my imagination but I thought I saw her blush, just a little.

It was a very long flight. Shortly after we gained “cruising altitude” the attendants served us a typical airline meal. The beautiful brunet with the blue eyes was not in my section in the middle of the airplane.

After the meal the plane became very quiet and dark as the lights were turned down and the passengers either fell asleep or became engrossed in their books or computers. The flight was not crowded and I had nobody sitting next to me in the two-seat section next to the window. I don’t know what kind of plane it was. A big one with two seats next to the windows on either side and a bunch of seats in the middle facing the movie screen which was only showing a picture of our progress across the country.

It was an hour of two later that I got up to stretch my legs and use the restroom. The two restrooms that served my section were both occupied so I wondered back through the plane to the section at the very back were there were a number of small restrooms lined up against the back wall. They were empty.

I picked one, did my business and opened the door directly into a service cart!

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I said before I’d seen who it was. My eyes must have gotten wide as I saw the beautiful flight attendant in her white blouse and blue skirt standing there.

“Oh,” she said. “It’s my fault. Are you O.K?”

We stood there staring at each other as I said, “I’m fine.”

“Would you like something to drink?” she asked pointing at the tray.

I didn’t really want anything, but I did want to continue talking to her so I asked for a Coke.

As she poured, we started talking. We introduced ourselves and talked about where we were from and going, all that. I told her I was flying to San Francisco to visit the university in Berkeley. She told me she lived in Berkeley and was going home in the morning. I loved the sound of her voice. Light and cheery, but not put on at all.

I asked her if she lived there with her family and she said, “No, just my cat. No husband or kids or anything.”

My heart picked up its pace a little with that.

We weren’t looking at each other like a couple of women just talking. There was a sexual charge, a spark. When Mary handed me another of those little plastic airline cups our fingers touched and we stood there in the back aisle of the airplane holding the cup between us looking into each other’s eyes. I shivered when I felt the tip of her finger start to caress the tip of mine. It crossed my mind that she looked a little like Sela Ward, the actress, only with blue eyes.

She smiled slightly and said, “I think you have something on your cheek. Here, let me get it for you.”

With that she took the cup back and, placing it on the tray, pulled me back into the restroom. The door closed most of the way behind us by itself.

She wet a small corner of a paper towel and leaned toward my face as through to wipe something off. As the towel got closer, so did her face. When she was a couple of inches away I leaned forward and kissed her beautiful lips. Very gently, very lightly, and we both moaned softly as her lips returned my kiss. Her lips were incredibly soft and smooth, so unlike a man’s lips. The erotic feel of them sliding wetly, softly, across my lips was almost too much to stand.

I ran my tongue over her lips and moaned again as I felt her tongue touch mine.

Her hand went behind my head to pull me closer and I felt my breasts touch hers. As they did I wrapped both arms around her and kissed her passionately, and felt my nipples grow hard and erect.

I was wearing a brown sweater-blouse over a long skirt and I felt Mary’s hands slip under the hem of my sweater and start moving up my bare sides as we kissed. Her touch was electric on my skin. I felt myself shiver and I trembled, a little, when her hands finally reached by breasts.

As we continued to kiss and murmur into each other’s mouth, Mary lightly stroked and lifted by heavy breasts with her incredibly soft hands. She lifted my breasts as if to test their weight and signed into my mouth with her pleasure. I know I moaned out loud when she lightly ran her thumbs over my hard, swollen nipples. 

I moved my hands down to her ass and pulled her body tightly into mine as Mary continued to caress me with her mouth and hands.

Suddenly, we heard a noise just outside the door in the aisle of the airplane. Mary pulled away, smiled at me, lightly touched my face, and was out the door of the small restroom. I signed in disappointed and, softly as I could, slide the lock closed on the door. Nothing had been said!

I stood for a moment and than reached under my skirt and slid my panties down as I sat on the small airplane toilet. I reached down between my thighs to find my clit hard and erect, my cunt overflowing with juice that had totally soaked my panties.

I signed again as I lightly stroked my clit and thought about what had just happened. I’d just kissed and been felt up by an incredibly beautiful flight attendant in an airplane restroom. I shivered again in excitement.

I figured there was no sense wearing panties as wet as these now were so I slipped them off and stuck them in my bag. Opening the small door, I left the restroom as if nothing unusual had happened. As I walked out a teenage boy was just coming up the aisle. His eyes immediately locked onto the hard tips of my nipples that were poking through the front of my sweater. Never losing sight of them until I was by him on the way to my seat where I was free to look down at the sight of my own nipples poking through the front of my sweater for all the world to see.

It was some time later that I felt Mary slide onto the aisle armrest of my seat.

“Hi,” I said smiling up at her.

“Hi yourself,” she was smiling, her blue eyes glittering in the soft light as she looked down at me.

“So,” she said reaching to get an empty cup off my tray, and brushing her arm slowly across my nipples on her way. “Do you need a ride in San Francisco? I’ll be going over to Berkeley.”

I moved my hand up to her hip and lightly caressed her. “Yes, I’d really appreciate a ride. Thank you.”

Her smile got even bigger. “O.K. After you pick up your luggage just wait for me by the carrousel. I’ll be there as soon as I can.” 

“I have a gift for you,” I said. Mary looked at me in surprise. “Close your eyes and hold out your hand.”

With a smile, Mary did as I requested. I reached into my bag and, pulling out my wet panties, placed them in Mary’s palm. “O.K. You can look now.”

With a gasp, Mary realized what she had. She quickly looked around and, seeing nobody paying any attention held my panties up to her nose. After a quick intake of breath she again looked down at me and smiling with brightly shinning eyes said, “You’ve been a naughty girl. See you at baggage claim.”

She quickly rolled my panties into a tight ball in her hand, and again she was gone.

I didn’t see Mary when I got off the airplane. Just a bored flight attendant saying “bah-bye,” like a Saturday Night Live skit.

I found the luggage claim area and, just when I thought something had gone terribly wrong, the bags started to unload.

I had retrieved my small bag and was sitting in one of the line of chairs near the luggage carrousel when I felt a soft hand touch my hair from behind. I leaned by head back into the mystery hand and, with my eyes closed, heard Mary’s voice saying, “are you ready to go?”

I opened by eyes to look into her face smiling down at me. I felt my nipples start to harden again.

“Careful girl,” she laughed. “You’re going to wear your sweater out.”

I smiled up at her and, gathering my luggage, we set off for the United parking garage. We caught the employee shuttle and we were soon placing our luggage in the trunk of Mary’s blue Miata.

We pulled out of the garage with the top up and caught the on-ramp to the freeway. I liked riding in Mary’s small car with the top up. It felt small and dark and very private.

“The panties you gave me on the plane. They were quite wet,” Mary glanced at me with a grin. “Did you put on dry ones?”

“No. Those were the only ones I had. Want to see?” I said as I started to pull my skirt up my legs.

Mary’s hand was resting on the gearshift lever, which was causing her fingers to vibrate just a little. “Yes,” was all she said.

I continued slowly pulling up my skirt up watching Mary’s eyes flit back and forth from my lap to the road. When just the bottom of my pussy appeared Mary moved her hand off the gearshift lever and high on my bare thigh. I signed with pleasure at her touch.

She slowly slid her hand along my thigh and when she reached my pussy she gasped in surprise. I watched her face turn toward me as she slowly rubbed her fingers over my erect, thumb-sized clit, and down into my wet wide-open cunt.

“My god, Donna!” was all she said as she slowly stroked my entire cunt.

Traffic picked that time to come to a standstill and Mary quickly took her hand away to deal with the gearshift lever again. I groaned in frustration.

When the car stopped I took her hand off the lever and, looking at her face, brought her fingers up to my mouth. I slowly licked my pussy juice off each finger. First licking them one by one and than taking each one deep in my mouth. Mary stared at me, her face slightly flushed and her beautiful lips slightly parted. Her breath was coming in short gasps as she watched me lick and suck each of her fingers.

A honking horn behind us broke the spell. We both looked quickly ahead and seeing that the cars in front of us were now moving, Mary smiled at me and put her hand back on the gearshift.

As we slowly inched forward, I could see the city of San Francisco on our left. I leaned over as though to get a better look and put my hand on Mary’s skirt covered thigh. I heard her sharp in take of breath at my touch.

As Mary worked the gas pedal and brake with her right foot I slowly eased her skirt up her leg. She was wearing pantyhose, of course, but even so the feel of her thigh was electric to me.

Once on the Bay Bridge Mary reach for my cunt again, this time concentrating on my clit. Making sure that it was coated with the juice flowing from my pussy Mary stroked by clit with her thumb and forefinger like it was a small cock. I was so close to cuming that I could only put my head on the seatback and groan my need while I lightly stroked her forearm. We could both hear the squishy sound her fingers were making and smell my over-flowing pussy.

It was only moments later, it seemed, and before I could orgasm that we were on the streets of Berkeley. We pulled into an underground parking garage and, as Mary stopped the car in her spot, she turned toward me and put her hands on either side of my head. She stared into my face with her eyes half closed from lust and desire.

This time her kiss wasn’t soft. She kissed me in a frenzy of need, licking my lips and my cheek and my eyes as if she wanted to devour me. She broke the kiss; we were now both breathing heavily. “Let’s go upstairs,” she said.

Mary’s apartment was elegant, not that I was in any mood to really appreciate it when we arrived. Before the door had even closed behind us we were in each other’s arms, kissing passionately and ripping at each other’s clothing. Since I was wearing the least I was naked first and I fell to my knees to roll Mary’s blue pantyhose off.

I clutched the pantyhose at her waist and slowly rolled them down. First over her ass which I couldn’t see from the front but which I caressed with my hands as I lowered the fabric. Than the front, slowly, ever so slowly as Mary moaned out loud above me. I first saw her bellybutton and stopping there reached out with my lips to kiss and probe with my tongue.

As her beautiful dark pussy hair slowly came into view it was my turn to moan. I continued to roll her pantyhose down, feeling her grow weak as more of her cunt was exposed to my gaze. When her entire pussy was open to my view the light glistened off the abundant juice on her exposed cunt lips and upper thighs.

With a loud groan I buried my face in her cunt sucking as much of her clit and labia as I could into my mouth breathing in her glorious hot scent.

“OHOHGODDONNA,” was the sound I heard from above me, and just like that, she came. I was surprise by the flood of her liquid that filled my sucking mouth. Mary’s legs gave out and she slid to the floor with her pantyhose still around her thighs and me, now kissing her mouth with my pussy-flavored lips.

Mary’s tongue reached out in a long lazy swipe to clear as much fluid as she could reach from around my mouth and lips. When I drew back to look at her she was smiling at me with her eyes half-closed. A very satisfied look.

In the bedroom, I lay flat on my back as Mary, kneeling above me, starting kissing me on my lips. I was so excited, so turned on by the events of the long night, that my hips were pumping the empty air above them. My legs were spread wide and I know that I was soaking the sheet beneath me.

Mary kissed me slowly, first my lips and face and than my throat. Her touch sent slivers through me and I ran my hands frantically over her body. First her arms and back and finally her wonderful full breasts. I kneaded them, milking her white tits while she sucked first one, than the other of my nipples into her mouth.

Mary continued to kiss and lick her way down my body finally, oh yes finally, sucking my engorged clit into her mouth. It was huge, as big and throbbing and hard as it could get as she sucked and licked it like a small cock. I felt Mary’s fingers enter my cunt, first one than the others until my entire pussy was filled with her thrusting hand.

I could not contain myself any longer as I started to cum. Cum in loud release of feeling and intensity that felt like it would never end. I cried her name out loud as she sucked my clit all through my orgasm. When my cum passed I was surprised to find that I was crying from the intensity of it.

We fell asleep in each other’s arms. It was the middle of the day and we’d been working toward this moment all night. I did get to visit the university, finally, but mostly Mary called in sick until my return trip.



The Flight Attendant



I arrived in Atlanta one summer night; I had a three day lay over so I was looking to get my freak on. It was my first time in Atlanta, so I didn't know where to go. I asked the guy at the front desk where I could go for some fun. His name was Ty and he informed he was getting off within the hour and he would love to take me out on the town.

So I waited for him to get off at the downstairs bar. By the time he got off I had down 3 crown and coke that were more like crown and crown. He came in the bar to get me, as I got up my legs didn't want to go anywhere. He looked at me and said.

"I'm sorry but you're not going anywhere but to your room. Give me your room key."

He proceeded to take me to my room. We hit the elevator and I was all over him, I was wearing a short mini and no panties; I opened my legs and put his hand on my pussy. The door opened and we were on my floor. We stepped out and two doors later we were at my door, he slid the card in the slot, the way I was hoping he would slide cock in my slit. 

The door opened and I stumbled to the bed. He was standing over me as I pulled my skirt up to my waist revealing my completely shaved pussy. As he stood there gazing at my pussy, he said. 

"Because you chose to get drunk instead of just waiting for me, I think you need to be sobered up, so you're going to get fucked until you are sober."

With that he unzipped his pants, let them drop to the floor revealing a beautiful black cock. He reached down and pulled me up to where his cock was at mouth level. I instantly took it into my mouth and started sucking him. He reached down and put one hand on each side of my face and slowly started fucking my mouth. My only job was to take as much of his delicious cock as he wanted me to. 

After a few minutes, he started to increase the pace of my mouth fucking and also started pushing it farther down my throat. In one thrust he pushed his cock all the way down my throat. He increased the pace telling me that a load of his sweetness would help me sober up, and in a few more strokes he tensed up and held my face against his pubic bone and shot his load down my throat. 

After a minute he pushed me away smiling and said that I was the first woman who had ever been able to deep throat him. Maybe it was all the booze that let me do that or maybe it was just that magnificent cock. After he had come down, he told me to lie back on the bed and spread my legs and my lips for his inspection. He moved close to my pussy and noticed my swollen lips and clit. He said. 

"You have one huge clit and I think my friends would like to help me give it a workout." 

I was instantly starting to sober up and wondering what he had in store for me. He told me to start rubbing my clit but not to cum while he made a phone call. After hanging up he told me to get dressed because we were going out. Getting dressed meant putting on a blouse, skirt, and shoes. 

As we walked out of the hotel the cool wind made a path under my skirt and latched on to my well soaked pussy. The cool air smashing against my wet pussy lips created an avalanche of chill bumps cascading down my back and front to my arms and legs. The walk to the car ended to quick, because the wind had taken me to the crest of something great. I got in the car, I went to sit up front but he grabbed me and put me in the back seat. Once in the back he made me put a leg behind the driver and passenger seats and my arms on each head rest. Then he told me to bend over and lean forward. He pulled my skirt up above my waist. My ass was completely naked and for anyone driving behind us to see.

We drove the interstate and the drive was filled with honking horns the entire drive. It became too much for me, so I began to fuck myself with my fingers as I felt the eyes of 100s of people watching. He reaches in the console and pulled out a 6 inch dildo and a vibrator. My oh my was I in heaven. I used both of them on my pussy. He positioned the rear view mirror to capture the pleasure on my face.

"You've given city a show, how about you give me one. He said

"What do you want Mr. Good Cock?" I said.

"Get on your knees facing the back looking out the rear window and stuff both holes."

I did as I was told and slide the dildo in my ass and the vibrator in my pussy. He drove looking in the mirror as my cum covered each gadget.

We finally got to out destination. It was a large house and we went in and there were about twenty guys there. Oh boy I was in deep and way over my head. I was looking at the size of some of them and I was seriously afraid. I know there had to be some 12 or 13 inch cocks in some of the slacks. I felt my pussy cringing and begging me not to hurt her.

I was put at ease when I was told I would be hooking up with only six of the guys. He grabbed my hand and walked me to the front of the room. The guys were all looking at me and holding there cocks. Then suddenly he ripped my clothes off and I was completely naked. In a loud voice he announced me to everyone.

"Gentlemen I give you Caroline Jetson."

"Our first item up for bid is a Blow job." 

He walks up to me and put his hands on my shoulders and forces me to my knees and puts his cock in my mouth and it hits the back of my throat.

"As you can see she knows how to deep throat well and look how she pays close attention to the balls." He said.

A tall light skin black guy name Big Mike paid a grand for my service

"Our next item will be this nice pussy with the big clit." He grabs a chair and sits in it and pulls me to his lap facing the guys. He pushes his cock in me as they watched his cock sliding in and out of me.

A guy name Tim had the winning bid of 1500.

"Next we have this nice ass for you." Someone handed him some anal lube and he lubed me up and his cock also. Sitting in the chair I eased down on his cock, and took it up the ass like a champ.

Oh my God the winner was one of those guys that I know has 12 or 13 inches waiting for me, suddenly my ass got tight. He paid 2500 to be the one to ass fuck me.

"Last but not least we're taking sealed bids for the gang bang. The three highest bids will get to participate in the banging of Caroline Jetson."

Tommy, Carl and Jeff ended up winning the gang bang. Combined they paid over 5 grand to bang me. They also looked to be the ones with the biggest cocks.

The guys parted like the Red Sea and a queen size bed was rolled into the room. I got to pick who was going to get my services first. They all were pleading their case to be first. After a few seconds of thinking I asked them which part of me they wanted. Tommy had never been deep throated before and wanted that. His dick was easily 10" and I knew I'd have trouble getting it all the way down. Carl, who was not as long but as thick as my wrist, wanted my sweet white pussy. Jeff said he was an ass man and wanted that. 

Jeff's cock was huge and had to be at least 12" and almost as thick as Carl's. Tommy came forward, and got down on the bed and told me to get started. I got between his legs and started slowly taking his dick in my mouth. By this time I was fully sober and not sure if I could get it all down my throat and I knew from size of his balls that he had a huge load waiting for me. I had no trouble with the first 6 or 7 inches… I was starting to gag, it seemed that I was not going to be able to get it all in until Tommy put both hands behind my head and pushed it all the way down my throat and just held me there. As the gag reflex subsided, he started moving my head up and down on his delicious shaft. I had my hands caressing his balls and they seemed to swell. 

After a few minutes he increased the tempo and I knew he was about to fill my mouth and throat with his thick cum, suddenly he stiffened and I felt the head of his cock swell and then shoot his full load in my throat. His orgasm lasted at least a minute. After he relaxed and I was about to let his softening cock slip from my mouth, I felt a hand on each of my hips and I knew I was about to take the biggest cock I have ever had in my ass. 

Jeff put his dick at the entrance of my ass and slowly started pushing his way in. At first it hurt like hell and my ass was on fire. He reached around me and held a breast in each hand pinching my nipples hard. This made me flinch and pull away from his hands back into his cock and it slid all the way in. He held me there for a minute so I could get used to his size, then slowly started a rhythm. I opened my eyes and saw that all the guys were still there and that one had a video camera. He told Jeff to position himself so that he could get a good shot of my pussy taking all of his cock. After a few minutes Jeff increased his pace and soon dumped his load into my ass. After he had pulled out, the cameraman wanted a close-up of my cum filled ass which was wide open and oozing Jeff's cum. 

After all of this I had still not had the orgasm I was looking for, Carl stepped forward, lay down and told me to mount his dick. As I lowered myself on his thick cock, I could feel the walls of my pussy being stretched farther than ever before…it felt wonderful. Then I felt his dick hit my cervix and it felt like he had entered my uterus. His dick was applying just the right pressure on my swollen clit and I came in less than a minute. He reached down to feel my clit and held it between his thumb and finger. He pinched it and then I went off again. I could feel his dick getting harder and knew it soon would be filling me with more black seed. 

He grabbed my hips with his powerful hands and started using me as his fuck doll, just moving me up and down his dick, and then in one powerful thrust he filled my pussy with is cum. As he started cumin, I had another orgasm which was the best so far. As his dick went limp, I slid off of him and lay back on the bed. Jeff came forward and spread my legs so the cameraman could get a nice shot of my gaping cum filled pussy. 

There were still 15 guys who had not been serviced and Ty asked me if I was sober yet. I was definitely sober, but said "I think I am getting sober, but not quite yet". With that Ty opened the bidding again, saying "who wants to bid on a well used white slut?" 

Instantly, there were 15 cocks ready for more of my ass, mouth, and pussy. Ty sold me again for a total of $3,000, but this time he also wanted to video me taking a dick in my pussy, ass, mouth and one in each hand at the same time. Not only did I do that, but the guys all came within a minute of each other, so there was cum everywhere. After that I told Ty I was completely sober and needed to sleep. 

In just over 2 hours I had gone from "coffee, tea, or me" to becoming a White for Black cock slut whore. I had been purchased for $8,000, made a video of me, and taken the biggest dicks I had ever seen. On the way back to my hotel, I gave Ty a blowjob in the car. After we got in the room, Ty told me we could do this again if I wanted. I said that I wasn't sure if I was up to doing that again. He quickly reminded me that he had a video of me and that it might fall into the wrong hands or might even show up on EBay for bidding.



The Flight Attendant



I was on a flight from Vancouver to San Francisco feeling restless and I was anxious to get back home. I tried to get some writing done on the plane but I couldn't concentrate. There was a father with his young son in the seat behind me constantly crying and kicking my seat. I tried to type but my energy was gone so I just stared at the blank screen in front of me. 

I shut my tired eyes and took a nap. I woke up to a flight attendant tapping me on the arm. She was in her late thirties to early forties. She had blonde hair with gorgeous brown eyes and she wore glasses with thick black frames and her red lipstick accentuated her perfect smile. 

"May I offer you something to drink?" she asked. 

"Uh, I'll have a Coke with no ice," I said. As she poured my drink, I stared at her feet in black high heels. Above her right ankle I noticed a tattoo of a quote that I couldn't quite make out even when I squinted. In my mind, I tried to imagine what her sheer black pantyhosed feet would smell like after hours of being trapped inside her shoes. 

"Here you are sir," she said handing me my drink as she flashed me a warm smile. 

"Thank you," I said. As she slowly moved her cart up the aisle, I stared at her legs and feet some more. She must have been 5' 8" with a nice body and all I could think about was pampering her feet. As soon as she slipped out of my view, I tried to focus on writing again but I couldn't stop thinking about her in her uniform. 

Later when she came back around, I made sure to be more careful staring at her legs and feet. I enjoyed every second she passed by and I was sad when we finally landed at SFO. 

I grabbed my laptop bag and waited to pull down my luggage from the overhead bin. As I made my way out of the plane, I saw that the blonde flight attendant was one of the crewmembers standing by the exit door. I smiled at her and she said, "Have a nice day." As I was walking away, I heard her say, "Now that's the kind of smile I like to see." 

*** 

I was feeling down so I decided to have a few drinks before heading home. I stopped by a bar near the airport. A sat down inside and ordered a beer. I figured by the time I got home my creative juices would be flowing again. That's when I noticed the beautiful blonde flight attendant laughing with her cabin crewmembers and seeing her familiar face made me smile. 

Her crewmembers didn't stay in the bar long after I'd arrived. When they left, I figured that they were all heading back to their hotel rooms. And I was surprised to see the blonde flight attendant stay beyond. 

I sat watching the Giants game, trying to build up the nerve to walk over and talk to her. And after five minutes, I decided to just go for it. I was nervous but I walked up to where she was sitting at the other end of the bar and thankfully the stool next to her was empty.

"Imagine seeing you here. Is this seat taken?" I asked. 

"Oh, hey. I remember that smile," she said. "No, that seat isn't taken." 

"Can I buy you a drink?" I asked.

"Sure, you can buy me a drink," she said to my delight. 

"My name is Michael, by the way," I said sticking my hand out in an awkward motion.

"Nice to meet you Michael. I'm Laura."

"So what will it be?" I asked.

"I'll just have another beer." I got the bartender's attention and ordered a beer for her and started up a conversation. 

"So, how long will you be in the city?" I asked.

"Only for tonight. Then I leave early tomorrow morning."

"Does the airline accommodate you?"

"They do, but they always stick us in the worst rooms."

"Where are you from originally?" I asked. 

"I'm from Toronto. But I was born in the states."

"Where in the states if you don't mind me asking?"

"New Orleans. My father was stationed there but we moved to Toronto when I was really young."

"I see."

"And where are you from?" she asked.

'San Francisco, born and raised," I said.

"So what do you do for a living?" she asked.

"I'm a writer." 

"A writer. Interesting. What kind of writing do you do?"

"I mainly write fiction and poetry."

"What are you working on now?"

"I just finished writing a novel and I managed to find an agent who wants to take me on as a client. So I have my fingers and toes crossed that everything works out," I said. "Right now, I'm struggling to find inspiration for my next project." 

"Wow, that's impressive. Who knows, maybe one day you'll become famous."

"I wish."

"You never know. Can I tell you a secret?"

"Sure, go ahead."

She leaned in closer to me and said in a sultry voice, "I think writers are sexy."

"Is that so?" 

"Yeah, they're totally hot," she said taking a drink of her beer and I could tell she was being genuine. "Something about a man having a way with words drives me crazy!" Her words were making me sweat. "So tell me, what's your book about?"

"Well, it's a dystopian novel set in the future after the collapse of the U.S. due to a mysterious virus which causes people to slowly lose their senses."

"Sounds interesting and a little scary. I would really love to read it." She paused for a moment before saying, "You know, I noticed that you don't have a ring on your finger. Now, why is a handsome writer like you not taken yet?" she asked.

"I was just about to ask you a similar question."

"You first," she said.

"Well, I just haven't met the right woman to spend the rest of my life with that's all."

"Awww." 

"And you?" I asked.

"My career makes it really hard for me to find a man who is willing to stick around. I'm starting to think I'm meant to be alone."

"I'm sure you'll find him."

"Thanks," she said. 

"Any man would be lucky to have a woman like you by his side."

"Awww, that's so sweet of you to say." 

We talked a little while longer when she turned to me and said, "I know it might be rude of me to ask you for a favor being that we just met and all but you seem like such a sweetheart."

"Ask away."

"OK, well I've been on my feet all day and they really hurt from marching up and down aisles. Could you possibly rub them for me?" she asked.

"Sure, I could rub them for you." I couldn't believe my luck. It was like a fantasy come true. 

"How about we head back to my hotel room so we can have more privacy?"

"Sure, we can do that."

*** 

As we stepped inside her hotel room, she flicked on the lights. We set our luggage and belongings down and she proceeded to climb onto the bed. 

"Thank you for coming here. I really appreciate you doing this for me," she said as she removed her high heels. She rubbed her hosed feet together, inviting me over and the swishing sound was like a Siren's song I couldn't resist. I walked over to her and took a closer look at the tattoo above her right ankle that read: "She flies with her own wings." 

"I love your tattoo by the way," I said. 

"Thank you."

"Did it hurt?"

"Not too bad," she said. "I was thinking of getting another one on my left foot."

"You do have pretty feet," I said. 

"Thank you. I don't hear that compliment often."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Usually men compliment my breasts or ass. No one ever notices my feet," Laura said.

"I am a writer. I have to be observant."

"Right," she said. 

At that moment, I took her sweaty hosed feet in my hands. They were pungent and it drove me absolutely insane. My hands immediately went to work rubbing her silky soles. My thumbs and fingers moved in circles along her arches and the balls of her feet. Then I worked my way up to her toes.

"I don't know how I'm going to repay you for this. I hope they're not too smelly," she said and I could tell that she was embarrassed. 

"No, they're fine," I said so she would relax. I continued rubbing her aching feet and I could see the stress leaving her body. They felt so good in my hands that I never wanted to let them go.

"That feels so good. You are an angel for this," she said.

"The pleasure is all mine," I said and I was really starting to get aroused. 

"You know, that's so nice to hear. The last man I dated hated feet. He would always complain that my pantyhose made my feet smell, which they did, but I made him rub mine anyway especially after long, hard days. Now that I think about it, the more he resisted my feet, the more I wanted him to rub them. He did it so much that I think I gave him a foot fetish," she said with a laugh. I smiled back at her without saying a word. "You must really have a weak nose because I can smell my feet from here. It's really embarrassing," she said putting her hand over her face. "I'm always afraid that my crew members are gonna notice. But I just laugh it off."

"Don't be embarrassed," I said. "We all sweat sometimes."

"Yeah, but I didn't think they were gonna be this bad. They're usually not. I washed them this morning but it's no use with these shoes they make us wear. I'm really sorry."

"You don't have to apologize," I said. I continued to rub her sexy feet. Her toes were simply immaculate with red painted nail polish and my mouth was beginning to water just thinking about how good they might taste. "I've heard rumors before about flight attendants washing their pantyhose in hotel coffee makers. Is that true?"

"I've never tried it before and don't know anyone who has. But I'm sure you'd still drink the coffee anyway," she said with a playful laugh. 

"Why would you say that?"

"You think I didn't notice you staring at my feet on the plane?"

"Was it that obvious?" I asked and she nodded. 

"You have a foot fetish, don't you?" she asked and I felt my face become hot like there was a spotlight above me.

"I do," I said after a long pause. 

"Well, then today is your lucky day," she said with a grin. "So the smell really doesn't bother you then?"

"It's actually a turn on," I said. 

"You don't say. I've never seen a man get this excited around my feet before. I'm starting to get turned on myself." I couldn't believe my ears. "So how long have you been attracted to feet?" she asked.

"Ever since I was a young boy."

"Really?"

"Yeah, it's something I feel I was born with."

"Well, I must say this is the best foot massage I've ever had." It was pure bliss rubbing her feet. Her wrinkles were like the finest silk. And I wanted to rest my face on them forever. 

"So what types of things do you like to do with feet?" she asked.

"Well, I like to smell them and kiss them. Depending on the mood, I like to lick them and suck them," I said.

"That's some pretty kinky stuff," she said.

"I know." 

"I've never had a man want to lick my feet before. How does it feel?" she asked.

"I think you would enjoy it."

"You'd probably get drunk licking mine," she said with a laugh. "You're not afraid of the smell?" she asked.

"No," I said. 

"Well, then I want you to smell my feet." She lifted her right foot up to my face and I sniffed her hosed sole. The smell was intoxicating and I was instantly hard. "That actually feels really good. So how do they smell?" she asked.

"Delicious," I said with my nose buried in her sweaty toes and each second was like heaven to me. The vinegary scent made me weak under her power.

I started to moan when she said, "You're really enjoying this aren't you?" I nodded. "Good. Now let me see you kiss my pretty toes." Without hesitation, I kissed her toes one by one wanting desperately to take them in my mouth. Then I planted kisses all over her soles and I could feel their moisture on my lips. "How bad do you want to taste my toes?"

"More than anything," I said and the anticipation was killing me. I opened my mouth and stuck her toes inside and tasted their saltiness with my tongue as she began to moan. 

"Oh, that feels amazing. Don't stop." I savored every bit of sweat as I sucked on her heel and licked her entire sole. And I could see that it was really turning her on. She lifted her other foot to my mouth and I sucked her toes through her hose. I ripped a hole in them to get to her bare feet; her red toes were juicy like fresh strawberries dangling in front of me. "You're so naughty," she said with a giggle. I sucked each one starting from her pinky toe and moving up to her big toe then I stuck them all in my mouth at once. "You're amazing," she said in between moans. I licked in between each of her toes cleaning out the sweat and she loved every minute of it. I licked every inch of her foot as my tongue glided over her wrinkles. I unbuttoned my shirt and took it off for her. Then she rubbed one foot over my bare hairy chest as I worshipped the other. I nibbled, licked and sucked on her feet as I explored every crevice of them with my tongue. My energy flowed through her as her toes sang for me. She rubbed her feet all over my face, teasing my nose with her talented toes. I breathed in deeply as her aroma filled my nostrils and lungs. "I'm starting to get wet," she said.

I climbed onto the bed and she undid my belt and unzipped my pants and pulled them down. She pulled out my erect cock and started stroking it. Then she kissed it and teased me with her lips. I closed my eyes as she took me in her warm mouth as her lips tightened around my shaft. And I thought I was going to pass out as she worked the head, making swirls with her tongue. As she licked, she used her foot to rub my shaft until I couldn't take it anymore and I erupted on her toes. I watched as my muscles spasmed as she sucked me until I stopped twitching. Then she lifted her foot to her face and licked my warm cum off of her toes like it was whipped cream. She stared into my eyes as she sucked and licked between her toes. When she was finished, she showed me her glistening sole as if to say, "All done."

"That was hot. Now it's my turn," she said as she ripped her hose, exposing her perfectly trimmed bush. I stared into her eyes as I sat up and crawled over to her and buried my face between her legs. The scent of her pussy made my cock twitch again as I slid my tongue deep inside her. She grabbed my hair and humped my face, using my tongue to fuck her. I licked her clit as she moaned louder than before. I tasted her juices and continued to lick until I started to get hard again. "Fuck me now," she said. "I want to feel you inside me." As I sat up and prepared to mount her, she placed her feet on me and rubbed my chest with them. I caressed the tops of her feet and kissed her toes before sticking them in my mouth. I stroked my cock and guided it between her wet lips and I slipped easily inside her. As I pumped my hard cock in and out of her pussy, I sniffed her toes and licked her wrinkled soles. I continued pumping faster and faster while worshiping her gorgeous feet in a state of rapture. "I'm almost there," she said with my face buried in her soles. At that moment, I took her toes into my mouth and sucked on them, which took her over the top and she orgasmed. 

After everything was over, we cleaned up and relaxed together. 

"So, are you going to write about me sometime?" she asked. 

"You'll have to wait and see," I said. 

She eventually passed out and I gathered up my bags and belongings. I wrote a sweet note for her with my contact information on it and left it on the table. Then I covered her up with a blanket, kissed her on her forehead and told her goodbye. 

The next day, I sent an online commendation to the airline thanking Laura for her in-flight service. 

I heard back from her a couple weeks later, thanking me for the commendation, which she greatly appreciated. We talked about our amazing time together and she told me how much she was dying to have her feet worshipped again. Then she asked me for my address so she could send me a surprise. 

A few weeks later I received a package from her. Inside was a pair of worn pantyhose in a Ziploc bag and a handwritten note that read: 

Dear Michael,

Thank you for being such a sweetheart. Your passion for my feet is something I've never experienced. The way you held them like they were sacred objects in your hands really moved me. Who knew my feet could be so powerful? I hope you enjoy the pantyhose I sent you (they're nice and smelly just how you like them haha). Take care. For now, I'll be dreaming of the day when I can have you at my feet again.

Love, 

Laura 

I wasted no time opening up the bag and I took a deep whiff with my nose inside it. Then I pulled out her aromatic pantyhose and held them up to my nose. I breathed them in deeply and became overwhelmed by Laura's scent. I was back in her hotel room worshipping her feet again. And as I sniffed, I continued to relive the memories I had with her and that night I slept peacefully with her pantyhose up against my face like a warm blanket.